SERBIA
[In memory of Mihailovitch, executed 17th July, 19461
HEARSE, priest, chant ; The slow tramp of armed men, The wind and the rain Shadow a journey ending then.
To the mosque on the hill Up the winding path, to the beat Of a sad strange march And a tramp of feet.
Bared heads round a point-dipped sword, As in vestments green and red A praying priest Passes the resurrection bread.
Symbols of love and hope, Of green shoots from earth again, And the body purified By the last day's rain.
Alive, a manacled man, deserted ; Now buried, now dead.
Never. For over his tomb Read the banner of triumph unfurled- " I and my works were lost in the gale of the world," DAVID HARDMAN.