Colin F. Jones


Touch not my bones that they lie where I was slain,
They lie there contented; there they should remain.
It serves no purpose it will not ease your pain;
I am now dead and will not live again.
It is not for me that you carry me back home,
It is for yourselves; I’d rather be left alone.
I fought and died, as a soldier must be prepared to do:
Where I fall is where the end of life was due.
Use me not for political hype and domestic cult
That no monument is erected as a result
Yes I am lost for I am no longer the living me,
I exist only in someone’s fond memory.
Let them lie, let them lie my bones are not me,
I have passed through the veil and now I am free.