There's a fair bit of chaff in this retrospective, but when Logue's on song he's a match for any English poet of the second half of the 20th century. Stuff like "When I was serving my country" and "Caption for a Photograph of Four Organized Criminals" blends the personal and political as deftly as his contemporaries Gavin Ewart (of whom Logue reminds me) and Peter Reading, and his later work — "Fragment" and "New Numbers" especially — reads like an updating of Eliot with its easy but insistent iambs and many-angled narrative voice. There's a very funny invective against a neighbor who mutilates Logue's tree. There's an extract from his monumental "War Music" included too, but you should read that in its entirety. I loved this one (could you call it an ecLogue?):

Things

The sun shines on the fields and on the town.
Far in the distance by the mill
A man in blue is gardening.
A cat sleeps on a window-sill.
At a bar, two gentlemen discuss the latest Aston-Martin.

A boy and girl by a railway bridge.
The girl holds up her face. Is kissed.
The train that passes by contains
A general and a scientist
Delighting in each other's brains.

In a quiet place a woman of fifty dressed in black,
With a newspaper across her face,
Dreams that she is young and slim.
The front page of the paper says:
I MARRIED A SEXUAL MANIAC
And the back page says:
SKIRTS WILL BE SHORTER IN THE SPRING.

The lovers go their separate ways.She feels he only wants one thing.He feels he's misunderstood.The man who has been gardeningCleans his spade with a bit of wood.And the sun goes down on the fields and on the town.