Peter Lewis Holmes Poet Free verse

The Ronson

and I can't stomach the smell of roasting pork no more,
"my buddies were cooked,just like that ", he said...
Frankie, Jes and Johosephat 20,19,24

and he told me that they climbed down into the 
blackened whale...and it seemed that fools (or generals) 
had made the design, and when inside a shaft of pain 
shone thru the driver's port, like a circling bat,
Frankie, Jes, Johosephat 20, 19 ,24

so now if I see a Sherman tank memorial (they're all over)
I remember the "Ronson" which took them for a ride,
Frankie, Jes,Johosephat 20,19,24

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