SCOTTISH LOCH ACCORDING TO A WELL-KNOWN MODERN "POET"

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I saw a picture of a beautiful scene:
Above it was an inscription;
What did the words mean,
Strung together seemingly at random,
As if scattered by a madman,
Purporting to be a description?

Wild and beautiful the wood,
The loch was radiant and calm;
At length I understood;
The words were not intended to harm:
They spoke only of inane and self-inflicted confusion,
That transformed beauty into shapeless delusion.

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IMPROVISED EXPLOSIVE DEVICES

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Young men are running through the snow:
They do not know
Where or why they go;

Or they cautiously trudge,
Thinking of home:
Each is a drudge,
Carrying a hidden burden of fear

Three thousand miles to westward
Smug incompetents in lush ministry offices,
Who sent without proper protection
Each platoon and section,
Comfortably sip their coffees;

Not for them the worry that an IED
Will throw them without warning high in the air,
Blown into bloody shrieking pieces,
Slowly floating down.

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