The Letter
All goodwill gone
to hell once they entered
the trenches
Bombs dropping
like birthday balloons
stuck with pins.
I have your last letter
he told my mother
when he was home
on safe ground.
He said in the filth of
it all—
the poison gas
the blood of the dead
and wounded
Came a sudden burst of hope
that wasn’t there before
he got her letter.
Excellent writing here, spare, economical words act like. a jolt upon consciousness. Superb poem.
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