Tuesday 16 August 2022

elegy in a shell crater

 elegy in a shell crater


the mud muddle addled waiting

at the battlefield’s settling of nothing

so many similar simulacrum pocks 

blasted in the crater goodbyes

the tree’s lament for the leaves that left

with the grass that flew and never landed

on the outfield beneath the now and again

the barbed wire grinning at the rattling 

of a bayonet’s pointed remarks 

that brooked no argument 

slime and slime again

that cold sinking feeling resurfaces

am i the final word in this elegy

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