Nicknames
‘Sharpie’ Wilson
Liked his pint and his fag
And fancied a miner’s daughter.
More rugby league in that area, then.
I wonder what he’s doing now?
‘Pint-size’ Gregor
Was the husband of a cousin.
Never a cross word;
Twenty years in car assembly.
He was called up for the war;
I wonder what he’s doing now?
‘Slowcoach’ Colin:
Everyone was astonished when
He married the shy girl in the corner shop.
Had just begun to overcome his stammer.
He was called up for the war;
I wonder what he’s doing now?
Nicknames, affectionate or hurtful,
Sometimes well-meant, identify
Participants who join this game.
But war is a machine, a process;
No one who enters
Will come out the same.
John Botterill
Sun 13th Mar 2022 09:05
Superb poem, Stephen. Very moving and, unfortunately, apposite. The comments on the poem are also fascinating.