Postscript

Shadows long the cenotaph

as the lolly papers

lick and soak the

rain-swept puddles while

bleak heads bow down

to past glories and

deeds done in exhortation

to an imperial ideal

now like cigarette smoke

on airy autumn days.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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