Notes.
steve coel
...
Like so many young men, wise before their years,
they think of the time before the war, beyond pain,
beyond death.Of fields of hay and barley, of hurdling and
shouting and of old men sitting in gales looking into the
distance beyond the hill.
...
Memorials were built and from shallow pockets
coins and notes were found, and erected outside pubs
and parks, market places and banks, needles of granite
still remind people of the guilt and the waste and of young men,
wise before their years torn away from bosom and coalfire.
...
At night secrets shared over beers in grim, tired bars.
Men cling to wood and chair and glass as memories
spill like water through mud and blood.
Finally, too tired to talk, they sit alone staring at walls.
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