Colin F. Jones


Oh surgeon, grief you cannot heal,
That which from death you cannot steal,
Nor can you gentle-ise the blow,
That leaves this scar that does not show.
Though he has hastened to his end,
To where I cannot yet comprehend,
His state of being among the dead,
That leaves such sadness in my head.
Yes I do grieve my comrade’s death,
And in my ear I feel his breath,
“Stay Down, Stay down, or you will die”,
Yet he went on, oh why, oh why?
Now I am left to grieve alone,
And hope he yet, might well come home.