venerdì 25 aprile 2008

Southampton Dock





they disembarked in '45
and no one spoke and no one smiled
there were too many spaces in the line
gathered at the cenotaph
all agreed with hand on heart
to sheath the sacrificial knifes


but now


she stands upon southampton dock
with her handkerchief

and her summer frock clings

to her wet body in the rain

in quiet desperation knuckles

white upon the slippery reins

she bravely waves the boys goodbye again

and still the dark stain spreads between

his shoulder blades

a mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves

and when the fight was over

we spent what they had made

but in the bottom of our hearts

we felt the final cut

Waters


1 commento:

  1. Ah, che bella...

    Quell'inizio dolente...

    Grazie del pensiero.

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