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Thread #81471   Message #1493312
Posted By: Chris Green
25-May-05 - 08:14 PM
Thread Name: Birmingham 1970
Subject: RE: Birmingham 1970
There's a parody (but a serious parody if there is such a thing!) written by Roger Woddis of Yeat's "Song of Wandering Aengus". It's about the Birmingham pub bombings.

The Hero

I went out to the city streets
Because a fire was in my head
And saw the people passing by
And wished the smallest of them dead,
And twisted by a bitter past,
And poisoned by a cold despair,
I found at last a resting place
And left my hatred ticking there.

When I was fleeing from the night
And sweating in my room again,
I heard the old futilities
Exploding like a cry of pain;
But horror, should it touch the heart,
Would freeze my hand upon the fuse,
And I must shed no tears for those
Who merely have a life to lose.

Though I am sick with murdering
Though killing is my native land,
I will find out where death has gone,
And kiss his lips and take his hand;
And hide among the withered grass,
And pluck, till love and life are done,
The shrivelled apples of the moon,
The cankered apples of the sun.

I've often thought it's screaming out for a tune.