There’s more fruit this year
hanging from the trees.
A bumper crop, but
one less letter home.
Today will to a certain boy
acknowledge a right of way
that angry motorists
at home feel their duty
to display, vocally
on some congested motorway
that is their world.
But here, the guardsman
cries a different cry,
because he’s probably going to die -
‘Incoming!’ And his CSM
reinforces the lie
or the truth
that no-one dies.
Not on his watch.
And as he fades
he confuses words
intoned in an East Midlands
lilt…
‘Allahu Akbar’
Which roughly translated says:
‘Not today my son.’
John H Davies
20th XIII 2013
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