Lose my head in the crowding noises
Give my heart the lance of hypocrisies
Lend the meat of dancing to the mad spies
Expend my words on the wriggling excuses.

Die Die the burning reasons where no one really dies,
Go to the wall where no one really hears the cries
Sink the vision where hell shouts hello hello
Avoid the speeding train that speedily arrives.

                     II

No one stands, everyone lies down
The increasing winds, write their own end
In the eyes of hurricanes, the laughter sings
My electric energies dance slower and slower.

Go to the far side of daylight
Bring the fire of life to a new height
For my list has melted fast
The gulls in my head won’t be last.

They sallied forth in parallel lines
Their bleating dying in the midnight air
The escaping of men, marching in rigid time
From domestic chores to be there,

Falklands bound with the crowing
Of journalistic banter in their ears,
The armies at least released into warring
“Give ‘em a bloody nose and thick ear”

Smutty jokes and puking nervous boys
Given their orders as if holidaying in Spain,
The forces of politically directed toys
Entering the final bloody stage.

Reputations intact
Motivations react
The Falklands folly
Was a sorry tale
The architect is woman bound
Who only wanted her job returned.
Survivors and veterans in fact
The lonely widowed wives
Counting out time
Counting the lives
The Merry Warring song.