CAMBRAI (1983)

CAMBRAI


in silence you sit
your form, gentle, young and fresh
will you mourn?

the leaden times will not let go
the painful aches of love
but wither will you run?
or yield to the heart’s bright sun

will you walk me by
and hapless cast your eye –
watch flesh and earth weave
the fabric of mine grief

so hum me a tune as you walk sadly by
think not of my foul wound as mangled i lie
forget me, lady love – as i silently die


14 September 1983

(reflections of the Great War 1914, of the Fallen)