Kings and Songs and Kisses

David Rowbotham

Kings and songs and kisses
Were the way to heaven then.
The heads of empire bore each stamp.
Play the game before the wars set in,
Over the fields dead millions tramp.

Watch and wait and might as well be still
And watch the flare of driftwood in the abyss,
And the bloodsports pitted among the waiting camps.
Kings and songs had come to this:
The widow soothes her shadows with a kiss.