I last saw him
Wandering through the wire
Khaki cap askew
Jacket smart with brass buttons
Polished last night
As commanded
Flashing flirty smiles
At the mouths of Mausers.
A vicious frost lay
Kindly on the mud.
From beneath his weary boots I heard
The crunch of ice
“Jack!” I called
He turned, waved, grinned.
I was the last he saw.
CLP 03/11/2018
Journey of Words 