Mambo Fist Miasma

The stage was set, the house was packed
The famous troupe began
Our laughter thundered act by act
Time light as sunbeams ran
Dance sprang and spun and neared and fled
Jest chirped at gayest pitch
Rhythm dazzled, action sped
Most comically rich
With generals and lame privates both
Such charms worked wonders
Till the show was over
Lagging, loath, we faced the sunset chill
And standing on the sandy way
With the cracked church peering past
We heard another matinée
We heard the maniac blast
Of barrage south by St Eloi
And the red lights flaming there
Called madness. Come, my bonny boy
And dance to the latest air
To this new concert white we stood
Cold certainty held our breath
While men in the tunnels below Larch Wood
Were kicking men to death