THE WAR-HORSE CHANTS
Was there war once,
I have forgotten it!
Was there war once?
—War means more trade.
Poor Lady X
Has given up her motor-car,
Poor Lady Y
Has shut up her house.
Was there war once?
I have forgotten it.
Was there war once?
—Now food is here.
Now I remember
How much I suffered—
Very bad form
To mention the war.
Such dreadful suffering
Injures my appetite—
All these brave men
Dying for me—
Was there war once?
Yes, I remember it.
Was there ... was once...?
A TOUCH OF NATURE
Trained to a charm of manner, to a smile
—Enamelled and embalmed by Madame Rose
(Shame that an artist of this skill, this style,
Can never sign her work), no War-Horse shows
Any emotion. The poor Spartan Youth
Though the fox gnawed his entrails, would not cry;
These never wince, nor hurl the mirror at Truth,
Though Old Age disembowel them secretly.