Southern Alps at Midnight
The soldier on manoeuvres
stands in the howling dark,
on rock crystallized to white.
The night strips away camouflage,
opens his ribs and creeps around lungs,
to germinate a small seed,
the dream of his life,
whenever he thinks of home.
stands in the howling dark,
on rock crystallized to white.
The night strips away camouflage,
opens his ribs and creeps around lungs,
to germinate a small seed,
the dream of his life,
whenever he thinks of home.
2 Comments:
Oh so well done
Such impact in two stanza's Moon.
Very tight writing.
Thanks Chris. :)
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