every grain a life
By PilgermannBM
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We wait patient,
Spits of flesh,
Wrapped against the sun.
Bowls ready. Lips dry.
Trucks expected at ten.
Sirens. Arrival imminent.
Dust clouds flare shimmering.
Distances diminishing.
We wait, our begging bowls lifted.
Smiling faces. Helmets. Blue and white.
Guns holstered. Foreign voices.
Don’t stop. We run, chase.
Sacks cast. Breaking. Burst.
They watch us scrabbling -
Every grain a life -
Laugh at hunger’s theatre. Retreat.
I gather what I can and return.
Adam looks up as I enter,
Drops back to twitching sleep.
Ehva does not stir.
I stoop, check if she’s warm.
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terrible
It is terrible. War brings out the worst and the best in man. They say give a man a fish and he has food for today, but teach him to fish and he will always have food.
Easier said than done. Keep well, keep on writing Mr.Pilgermann!.
Nolan &
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