Snowdrop
Weary
on a cold morning
days ahead
like fence posts on a moor
Chatter of guns
Fear of boots in the corridor
Smell of the ward
The same old room
Only love
is a snowdrop on a bomb site
a smile in the teeth of death
12.02
Copyright © Piers Denholm-Young | Year Posted 2016
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