The Witnesses Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The Witnesses



My ex-husband, serving in the RAF
Was ordered, once, in Aden, to appear
To witness judgement passed on local neds
Shackled, upon the whim of some emir

In black bulled boots his squad stood, straight's a latte
A blade chopped off five heads and that was that.

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