Photograph
Captured image of farming folk
A different generation
Two brothers
Insular world
Village and land
Killed six weeks apart
In War.
Their lives
Toil, troubles
Happiness, hopes
Days of rain and shine
Snatched from them.
Eyes and features
Bond of blood
Bequeathed
From my great uncles
To me.
.
A Video ghost
Bound to my life
Troubled
Techno world
Restless air
Progress an illusion
Wealth of knowledge
Transitory
Conquests of continents
Providing no contentment
Protection
From ageing or wars.
My Ancestors show me that I will die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Or do they? A thought provoking piece Peter. Captured well in an economical form. Deft.