EL ALAMEIN DAY 1946

A weapon's rust,
A cross, and dust
To mark his fall!

Do none recall
His hope, his trust,
And is the dust
to be their pall?

You who have seen the carpeting of flowers
Colour a desert after autumn's showers,
Are fear and greed and enmity
To be his legacy,
And was he but a tool
Of fate, a fool?

The weapon's rust,
The cross, the dust,
And gall!
Can this be all?

JMT 1946