Tag: soldier
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Notification of Death 1915
She hears gravel level Level step of a step sergeant Loud chest his jangling medals of charge His thumb web black from repeated discharge within a yard of target He hands over a cream card, says Mrs Hargreaves my heart grieves When one leaks, indeed all England bleeds I know that he died on his…
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‘Namage
Flicking through LP liner notes on a beanbag chair, pushing back thick vines of grease-plaited hair Imagines his drafted friends laughing, thinking him daft and soft, no chance he’d have survived there. His headphones are like a chopper pilot’s, two leather danishes bunning his face His hands, fortunately bloodless as Pilate’s, tap the record’s sleeve…