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The Boy
The distant flash of guns, like fireworks in Yorkshire Dales, a November, long past; soon followed by deep rumbling, thunder that usually precedes rain, but not today. The boy, marching, singing with his pals moving ever further from Tipperary. Wherever that was. Soon, ragged men start passing, arriving from where he's going. The boy thinks he sees a friend it's hard to tell; there's just a gaping hole below the eyes the man groping for a dangling mandible trying to reassemble a face; dying questioning eyes meet. A growling sergeant moves them on, "forward, boys." The singing stops eyes dart from side to side the proud upright march becoming a bowed, furtive walk. Tomorrow, the boy will take his gun and march across as un-yet fields of scarlet poppies towards the enemy; or so he's told. He will never pull the trigger, he will not have time. GUNS Poetry Contest: Placed 1st. Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco Date wrote: 25-04-2021
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