Written on Horseback

The note was lost,

Then found by a private.

The comment tossed off

Gave away the intentions

Of the Invisible Army

Stretching over the plain.

Yet that was a lie

Perpetuated by spies

Who counted on words

To steer the enemy

With useless changes,

Laughter in the tents

Where junior officers

Laid out career advances

And old heads nodded

Over Morning Tea.

Morning Tea