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I Have Gone, But There are Those
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Falklands 82 I Have Gone, But There are Those
No more figures of eight,
No klaxons call.
Of ships making waves.
Phosphoric shafe,
or their light trails .......
of death.
With their ever omnipresent images,
Those that sadly sank.
Have at last, finally settled.......
Their final breath .
That silent trail of bubbles......
ended.
Meanwhile the birds.
Have once again .....reclaimed ,
their skies!
Those metal predators,
which screamed along the sound.
Mere echoes ..........
of the mind.
Where now the islands
and her shores .
Are quiet.....nay idyllic ....once again .
Are as silent....., as are those,
Who now lay.......
neath its soil and its sea.
Who still guard them.
Giajl © Jim Love
