Young men side by side
British, Czechs, Poles, and Germans
n.b. Farmers’ fields reclaimed from airfields, except this hallowed ground that holds sons of Europe, (and Australia, Canada and New Zealand), whose souls have flown.
Out of the pines tilted on the tip of the ridge
Wheezy cries limp across the heath
Sounds of an aged asthmatic held hostage in a loose bed of twigs
Drawing out creaky breaths in a sickly rhythm
Plaintive, pathetic pleas for attention from a speechless chest
On an open ward where the staff are busy
Taking a coffee, or answering less urgent emails
Where the breathing apparatus has been shut off
And nature’s course is entering the final turn
Call local priest in
To bless with extreme unction
Last chance to sign up
From that moment, when his shadow fell
we children ran amok, mouthing our repressed pain in shouts
betrayed so young by hope of better times now held fast on a nightmare
journey of frustrations, compounded over bitter years in one long-drawn slow, silent scream
n.b. Stealing from a prompt based on Maya Angelou’s poem “Caged Bird” that includes the line “his shadow fell shouts on a nightmare scream”. I have broken all the rules about how to do this, with apologies to Bjorn at dVerse ~ Poets who set the challenge originally.
Still born from the Earth
Dusty ornamental rock
n.b. If you would like some interesting information from NASA about the satellite that haunts our path through space and time, follow the link to that organisation’s factsheet.
Seductive, sparkly Switzerland
Iced peaks, conifered slopes
Sun sprinkled, twinkling lake
Monied, wealthy, healthy life
Les terroirs ribbed with vines
Life in straight lines
Beware the lure, the calls
Those wails are not cries for help
Tie yourself to the mast
“This is what the end of the world will sound like”
In seductive, sparkly Switzerland
n.b. Nuclear attack warning sirens are tested on the first Wednesday of each month in Lausanne.
It’s a kind of national vanity project; the assumption all this might be saved, or indeed is worth saving, were the sirens to go live.
“This is what the end of the world will sound like.” By Matthew Wake.