by Bob Nimmo | May 26, 2009 | Poetry
You sent me out to fight You expected me to kill; You openly admired my pluck my energy and skill; but now you turn away from me when blood begins to spill. How can you be so fickle? So thoroughly naive? When we left home and country what on earth did you believe...
by Bob Nimmo | May 26, 2009 | Poetry
Grey sheets spat, cobbles beamed rudely. They marched, he hung between: a scuffed, bloodied bundle of broken tomorrows; face etched in torture’s scrawl; chest chickened; untested manhood stripped; torn top mind-blown with fragments, half-remembered sticky...
by Bob Nimmo | May 26, 2009 | Poetry
The corporal was brazen, belligerently bold Inspecting the decks and the hammocks and hold, Determined the orders of colonel and major Would remove all temptation to gamble and wager. Imagine his horror, his palpable shock When he spotted a group at around two...
