Angry and distressed I joined the
French Foreign Legion, fell into step,
marched into the desert to the tune
of ‘En Chantant’ under a killer sun
in a bright blue sky
The World rang to rhythm-locked
feet obliterating thought and feeling,
emptying minds; lips stiff in grim
determination, heads bent swaying
to the disciplined beat
All emotion drained, sweat pouring
down faces, the fêted battalion of
Legionnaires defeating the desert,
turning up the volume with each
stamped out repetition of song
en chantant - en poursuivant
nos idées noirs…
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-02-23-id-es-noirs-rev/
