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‘War’, by Mary Gilmore

Hannah Gordon reads the Mary Gilmore poem, ‘War’.
SPEAKER: “War,” by Mary Gilmore. “Out in the dust he lies; flies in his mouth, ants in his eyes, I stood at the door where he went out; full-grown man, ruddy and stout; I heard the march of the trampling feet, slow and steady come down the street; this beat of the drum was clods on the heart, for all the regiment looked so smart! I heard the crackle of hasty cheers run like the breaking of unshed tears, and just for a moment, as he went by, I had sight of his face, and the flash of his eye.
He died a hero’s death, they said, when they came to tell me my boy was dead; but out in the street a dead dog lies; flies in his mouth, ants in his eyes.”

Watch a reading of Mary Gilmore’s poem, ‘War’, read by Monash University student Hannah Gordon.

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