Southampton Dock

They disembarked in '45 And no one spoke and no one smiled There were too many spaces in the line And gathered at the cenotaph They all agreed with hand on heart To sheath the sacrificial knives But now, she stands upon Southampton dock With her handkerchief and her summer frock Clings to her wet body in the rain In quiet desperation, knuckles white upon the slippery reins She bravely waves the boys goodbye again Oh, Maggie what have you done? And still the dark stain spreads between Their shoulder blades A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves When the fight was over We spent what they had made, but In the bottom of our hearts we felt the final cut