Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Letter Home

Yesterday
The call
The sorry
We have bad news.
The explosion
No survivors.
A suicide.

Today
A letter
"My love
I'm fine
Lads are great
Don't worry
No risk,
Just fun.
Hey
Home soon.
Love to all"

Tear on paper.

1 comment:

Merlin said...

Sorry. I think this is a particularly bad poem. Glid, cliched, generally poor. It seems right in my head and then completely fails when written down.