The Path Becomes Slower (WW1 100 years)
The path becomes slower…
The orders become louder
The constant din of shattering shells
Like pots and pans being washed and put away by you
My Mind becomes slower…
The generals clearly don’t know what to do
I take a bullet carefully from my friend’s arm, as if I’m holding you
My sleep has become numb…
The path to the other side has become shorter
Like the one I used to rush down to meet you
But now you hold the letter…
And it’s not from me
Just ends with words
“Hold him in eternity”
© David R Mellor 2018
