Ian Barker

Poetry and prose

Archive for October, 2008

War Grave

Posted by admin under Poetry

They scream. They scream and whistle and slam
into the ground.
The fire they bring, they burn and rip and tear
and they pound.
They are the messengers. Unwanted gifts from
our friends overseas.
They are the teachers. Lessons to learn, the
fees are my family.

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