Impersonal
Whey faced and ashen
Trouser leg rolled up
Jagged shinbone jutting
With a ragged grin.
Words tumbling
From a mouth
Shocked and numb
Sitting stiffbacked
In the dentist's window
Facing the street
Two women busy
Mothering the casualty
Until the ambulance.
Outside unrelenting
Lay the pavement
On a freezing Friday
Ice glinting coldly
And unconcerned.
Inside an old soldier
Never before
Brought low in battle.
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2014
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