They're out there
George said
peering out
the window
of his room.
Polly who had been
making his bed
looked over at him.
Who are George?
she said.
They think
I can't see them
but I do
creeping along there
by the trenches.
She came across
and stood beside him
and looked out
the window.
Cows moved
in the field
over the way
tails wagging slow.
They shot Briggs
right through the head
and he was beside me
one minute
he was talking
next gone
a hole through
his forehead.
They won't get me
like that
he said.
It'll be
all right George
just keep near me.
She held his arm
a cow moved
behind the hedge.
Back back
George said
and held her close
and away
from the window
his eyes large
and staring.
She kissed
his cheek
he turned
and gazed at her
his eyes
frightened looking.
They won't **** me
will they?
No George
not now
she said
holding him.
He stared ahead
his eyes watching
a moving cow.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 3:27 AM UTC
They're out there
George said
peering out
the window
of his room.
Polly who had been
making his bed
looked over at him.
Who are George?
she said.
They think
I can't see them
but I do
creeping along there
by the trenches.
She came across
and stood beside him
and looked out
the window.
Cows moved
in the field
over the way
tails wagging slow.
They shot Briggs
right through the head
and he was beside me
one minute
he was talking
next gone
a hole through
his forehead.
They won't get me
like that
he said.
It'll be
all right George
just keep near me.
She held his arm
a cow moved
behind the hedge.
Back back
George said
and held her close
and away
from the window
his eyes large
and staring.
She kissed
his cheek
he turned
and gazed at her
his eyes
frightened looking.
They won't **** me
will they?
No George
not now
she said
holding him.
He stared ahead
his eyes watching
a moving cow.
A SHELL-SHOCKED OFFICER AND THE MAID IN 1917
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