Poem: ‘A Spear Stuck in the Sand’
Christopher Logue, 2 December 2021
Now I shall ask you to imagine howMen under discipline of death prepare for war.There is much more to it than armament,And kicks from those who could not catch an hour’s sleepWaking the ones who dozed like rows of spoons;Or those with everything to lose, the kings, Asleep like pistols in red velvet. Moments like these absolve the needs dividing men.Whatever caught...