Poetry – John Phillips – Cassino

 

Cassino

 

They’ve taken all our tanks away

To service and renew. They say

We’ll have to fight as infantry.

The Poles have fought  without relief

For several weeks and , ours the brief

To deputise and give them leave;

Whilst, overhead the bombers fly

With total air-supremacy

To pound and smash the monastery.

 

We’re issued rifles, tommy-guns,

Hand grenades and mortar bombs;

Tools for the work that’s soon to come.

We leave our transport, shoulder packs,

With shaking legs and aching backs

In darkness climb the mountain tracks.

Still, overhead the bombers fly;

Wing to wing they fill the sky,

To pound and smash the monastery.

 

The Poles descend with shouts and cheers

To days of leave and rest, but we

In silence contemplate our fears.

Soon dawn will chase the stars away

To bring a smoking, darkling day

Of thunder and atrocity;

And overhead the bombers fly,

Their cargoes raining from the sky

To pound and smash the monastery.

 

 

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