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MAY 82
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Falklands 82 MAY 82
IT RAINED,
AND I HEARD IT FALL .
MAYBE NOT EVERY DROP,
BUT ALMOST ALL.
WE CUT THE TURF.
AND STACKED IT HIGH.
TWO FOOT THICK
AND JUST AS WIDE.
RAIN RAN DOWN MY FACE
WHILE IT FILLED THE HOLE.
SOAKED MY CLOTHES.
WASHED MY SOUL.
NO GENTLE PITTER-PATTER THIS,
IT CRASHED.
THE WIND HOWLED, AND BLEW.
BAYONETS SLASHED.
AND ALL THE WHILE ,
EIGHT THOUSAND MILES AWAY,
YOU CHEERED,GOT DRUNK ,AND SLEPT,
IN A COSY WARM BED .
Sad War destores so many men. For after the experience they will never be the same. Haunted by those memories.
Again, one can learn so much from reading your works. You are so right in all that is said, but, you have woken up those read your poems, especially me. Thank you for posting this piece. Amy
Gentle is the night♥