by Finn | Nov 19, 2008 | Poetry
I heard it coming I heard it coming through the long, long night as I stood watch. and breath froze on Helmand’s plain. I heard it coming behind the scrape of boots on broken rock when you relieved me. I heard it coming, but could not see its shape or frame its...
by Finn | Nov 19, 2008 | Poetry
They’ve done for us in the M.O.D., they’ve done for us to-day. Land Rovers with no armour have sent us on our way. Yes, they’ve done for us in the M.O.D. no money is what they said; so they saved themselves a packet, but that didn’t save the dead. Oh they’ve done for...
by Finn | Nov 19, 2008 | Poetry
Winding sheets bind us close now, tight as babies newly swaddled in this fresh enclosing earth, but we cannot smell it – our senses stripped from living. No taste of cordite harsh upon the throat, no dry mouth blister to parch the tongue: no fear leashed, controlled,...
by Finn | Nov 18, 2008 | Poetry
We who kept our faith and left so suddenly? You could say that bullet and bomb called us before our time into bright pastures of a shining eternity. You could say it was the armour thin enough to accommodate death’s invitation that did the trick: lack of air support,...
