THE LIZARD ‘

fio one has come from the fronts we knew

shanghai and Chungking, for o long season 3

silent the Mafirid broadonstsfi So was Vienna once blotted out. We remember her‘vo1ce‘ fading.

0 one has come. Letters wnwfitten} The stricken have been a-othored..after”yoars of ditch-stumbling ?

‘tho battling, thi tunics have been gored to death ,whare China8s dragon meets the Snafzish bull ?

In the sheltered rs ks of our_homgiand, the oaoifio watora,V

hillu shrouded with everrreen and the vafileys yellow with corn and anples ; between the walls or our houses npaahed with a vivid wallpaper % . . radios blare the censored version of our livifivc wres lore rage, ha eball bouncers ranto

the words of an reoioe trickle unon the ear while Lord na11fax «peeks snr1ght1y from ‘onden describing how people run about gladly attending to airuraid orecautions

(worrying no iouht; like the res? 0* us

about nonstination !)

In the sfieltered rocks, stealthily, a lisard

‘slips hesitant into sunlight ; tunes himoelf

to the w1nd's “engage. We s1‘p out in oairo, an lovers strip surseivel, longing I to one bodies bare nnfl flesh uncloseted

to hear real voices again, to uphold the any

of one cominn from fladrid, Shanghai or Chungkina * from the ?ronts we know.