Les Demineurs

En France, les demineurs still search the fields removing shells, grenades and bombs of two World Wars Would that we had the same for affairs of the human heart to defuse munitions lurking under a landscape of civility I’ll forgive but canna’ forget A dangerous occupation more than six hundred have died removing millions of explosives and each year farmers die tilling their fields. We’ve laid the mines of icy civility to restrict crossing this no-man’s land yet your smile lights a path through this treacherous passage to the warmth of your embrace. En fin, les demineurs, ne travailent pas ______________________________________________________________________My poem to remember this week. I wrote it years ago on reading an piece on Les Demineurs in the newspaper.