Margaret Kollmer

Rookie - 7 Points (South Africa)

Front Line First Time Round - Poem by Margaret Kollmer

Aurora weeps and rockets wail
across a wounded orange-peel sky.
Weaving some wanton fabric
for a weary man-child's shroud?

Bloodless hands raise rifle
while nevoid eyes take aim -
and caught in grief he sobs
as red beret falls to ground.
'Abba! ... Abba!

And a long-drawn sigh seeps out
over muddied boot
and blood.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 30, 2008

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