On back a bedroom door
A hook, a cap, untouched
This many year. The head
That wore it laughing
Lies in Messines
Under the green grass
Cut short back and sides
Like all the boys
Martin Swords
May 2008
Wicklow Writers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This short but so strong a verse brought lump to my throat and ache to my heart. - - Oh Martin, what have we done to these laughing boys.......... I feel, these days, a true communal guilt over these lost lives.... a poignant and moving write. - - Fay.