Frederic Manning

(22 July 1882 – 22 February 1935 / Sydney)

Grotesque - Poem by Frederic Manning

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These are the damned circles Dante trod,
Terrible in hopelessness,
But even skulls have their humour,
An eyeless and sardonic mockery:
And we,
Sitting with streaming eyes in the acrid smoke,
That murks our foul, damp billet,
Chant bitterly, with raucous voices
As a choir of frogs
In hideous irony, our patriotic songs.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010



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