GRANDAD TENDS HIS DAHLIAS
the fog
walks among the tombs
"I encounter my first ***
he was a man
he looked just like me
as if I were...killing myself!"
stretching back
through space & time
the instant of that moment
the German falls
beside a tomb
like a badly written play
Grandad bayonettes
the German...looks surprised
to be dying
Grandad plunges the bayonette in
twists it about
the German almost grins
then the dance
of the living & the dying
in strict time
the German goes down
on one knee
as if proposing to Death
Granddad stabs the German
through the lifeline
of his left hand
the dying German's
left outstretched hand
like a man about to sing a song
"As he fell
his hand touched my hand
'This...' I thought '...is hell!'"
all his life
the touch...that touch
impossible to shake off
Grandad tends his dahlias
the dying German
still clouding his eyes
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
GRANDAD TENDS HIS DAHLIAS
the fog
walks among the tombs
"I encounter my first ***
he was a man
he looked just like me
as if I were...killing myself!"
stretching back
through space & time
the instant of that moment
the German falls
beside a tomb
like a badly written play
Grandad bayonettes
the German...looks surprised
to be dying
Grandad plunges the bayonette in
twists it about
the German almost grins
then the dance
of the living & the dying
in strict time
the German goes down
on one knee
as if proposing to Death
Granddad stabs the German
through the lifeline
of his left hand
the dying German's
left outstretched hand
like a man about to sing a song
"As he fell
his hand touched my hand
'This...' I thought '...is hell!'"
all his life
the touch...that touch
impossible to shake off
Grandad tends his dahlias
the dying German
still clouding his eyes
