What we don't tend do is explain absolutely everything in the hope of covering the bits you have problems with. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
Ever since then it has been one of my favourite poems.
V Times but the very last Civil defence volunteers With their tin hats in one hand And their heads in the other C. Making their army helmets seem insignificant? How can you be serious about such things?Icarus Allsorts ends on a serious note, differing from the humour which is expressed throughout. Men marched asleep. I understand the nuclear warfare threat but there are some paragraphs that I don't quite understand Any ideas would be great thanks Re: Icarus Allsorts- Roger McGough Posted by: marian2 Icarus Allsorts A little bit of heaven fell From out the sky one day It landed in the ocean Not so very far away The general at the radar screen Rubbed his hands in glee And grinning pressed the button That started World War Three From every corner of the earth Bombs began to fly There were even missile jams No traffic lights in the sky In the time it takes to blow your nose The people fell, the mushrooms rose. Dulce Et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. In my schooldays we did the poetry of war poet Wilfred Owen - I liked his work. Also later With their tin hats in one hand And their heads in the other Tin hats? D supporters Their ban the bomb badges beginning to rust Have scrawled 'I told you so' in the dust A little bit of heaven fell From out of the sky one day It landed in Vermont North-eastern USA The general at the radar screen He should have got the sack But that wouldn't bring Three thousand million, seven hundred, and sixty-eight people back, Would it? How can you be serious about such things?
Icarus Allsorts is based on a real incident, where a general at his radar screen mistook a meteorite for a bomb so started a nuclear attack. The light childish aspects of the poem make it hit harder - just as you don't feel a cut with a sharp knife as quickly as a bruising blow with something blunt, but the knife usually does more damage.
Both are showing the futility of trying to cope with something like this using your usual defences - be they money, community action, whatever.