His eyes were made green in the war that built the Burma Road, littering dead along its verges -- discarded picnic tins. The road has also decomposed into the jungle's root and rains somewhere north across the river while here he has imposed the order of his campaign -- a house, hoed vegetables, petals English as Michaelmas, their beds besieged in jungle terrain. Unslinging packs, we rest among his Western flowers. Our eyes acknowledge, but don't question, his within this citadel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BABY MAY by WILLIAM COX BENNETT A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TWENTY GOLDEN YEARS AGO by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN PEACE ON EARTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPITAPH; INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT ERECTED BY GENTLEMAN FOR HIS LADY by JAMES BEATTIE PSALM 89 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 43 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |