WE.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 40, 17 December 1920, Page 1

WE.

—Hervey Allen.

We who liave come back from the war, And stand upright and draw full breath, Seek boldly what life holds in store And eat its whole fruit, rind and cor,e , Ere yet- we enter through the door To keep our rendezvous with death. We who have walked with death in France, When all the world with death was rife, . Who came through all that devil's dance, When life was but a circumstance, A sniper's whiro, a bullet's glance, We have a rendezvous with life! With life that hurtles like a spark From stricken steel where anvils cliine, That leaps the space from dark to dark, As clean as fire, and frank and stark — White life that lives wliile thore is time. Deliver us from tactless kin. And drooling bores that starts "reforms," And unctupus folks that prate of ' sin, And theorists without a chin, And politicians out to win, And generals in uniforms. We have come back who broke the line The hard Hun held hy bomb and knife, All hut the blind can read the sign ; This - time is ours bj- right divine, Who drank with death in blood-red wine — We have a rendezvous with life !