Dawn drawn guns shot Peter Black
for running from the Somme it seems,
life lost in a day far away from the Tay,
his first cradle.
The border between France and Belgium
at La Crèche was his last.
A child somewhere asked
‘What’s Belgium got to do with it?’
‘He can’t be etched in stone’ answered a committee.
‘It’s said he ran away twice.’
‘We don’t want etched in metal’ said veterans
from the silver river that bore him.
‘We’ll blow it up recruiting sergeants, sirs.
We’ve got the men you taught the means
and we don’t want your shilling any more.’
Peter Black went on.