BURNING CORPSES

Bampong,thialand {cholera epidemic}1943 By my great uncle Harold gill Oh, dear loved ones in England,pray tell me an exile far away are things of beauty still the same As before I sailed an eastern way. Does the skylark soar to the heavens above Unburdening heart and ouypouring love And does blackbird sing his song which soothing balm to weary hearts prove. And does privelet blossom after rain Gladden the senses once again To think these beauties will pass away Presses the heart with a heavy pain. for i am young and in this see My own end the reflected be As after daylight night must fall My death seems now a certainty. Do crimson sunsets fill the sky And bats appear as night draws nigh And the breeze which springs with the fall 0f day Echoes my own weary sigh. And does the lilac in springitme blossom Reaching for my lonely room Or is it withered and in decay Like some rotting corpse entombed does the german clock still chime the hours Through June's dry spells and Aprils showers Rememering all tis that I loved the Eastern taste corrodes and soures. And do you,Mother, in the same way sweet Smile as in the morning you'd greet My tousled hair and morning look And then sit down with me to eat. Through sweltering heat,and glaring day To fling these memories far away I wooded in vain,forgetfulness As only in death,dead memory lay And so with death all around me now I await God's hand upon my brow.