Blown Fuse
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2022 saw the 40th anniversary of the Falklands War. Like a lot of veterans of that conflict, I spent much of the previous year gearing up for the multiplicity of events that were planned to mark the occasion.
But when it came to it, I backed out of all but one very small, almost private commemoration. It's not the first time this has happened to me and trying to fathom why it does has become almost too difficult to bear.
This short poem was an attempt to explain things, as much to myself as anyone.
Blown Fuse
I won’t be parading to honour the dead.
Something’s gone pear-shaped inside my head.
All the guilt and confusion that have built through the years
Have blown out the fuse in the space ’tween my ears.
I don’t know the reason, can’t explain why it’s so.
All the rest are parading, but me? I can’t go.
Copyright © Brian K. Bilverstone | Year Posted 2023
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