The Cenotaph

by | Aug 7, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

Standing reading the name he wept,

Memorised was his friend’s face,
His voice now long gone,
A name rank and number carved in stone,

He knew them now, as had been his friends last wish,
But could not tell them how,
Or put into words those last few seconds,

Better not to know than deal with his hurt,
This anger, this pain………..
The wife grieved for her husband,
The child grieved for their father,
But he…..he grieved……
For release…..


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