Sunday, 4 September 2011

The Red House With Angels of Stone

(By Sil, La Roche, Belgium)

The snow in La Roche
Tastes of lead
It falls in chunks
The size of shredded paper planes
Six men meet
At the corner of the red house
With stone angels
A short squint in the blizzard
To read allegience in the shape of a hat
And duty on lapels
For good and bad is camouflaged
In similar shades of green
Men sent to play at survival
With mess-tins and half fork/half spoons
They plunge at each other
Incredulous and relieved
To find someone on their side
So far from home
At the junction where death meets victory
At the corner of the red house
With angels of stone

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