Back in Cupboards
Wardrobes, and drawers.
Silent reminders ......
The bling, and paraphernalia, of war.
To lie and gather dust, for yet, another year.
Lest in the meantime, yet another, comrade disappears.
One who'd survived, the bullet and bombs.
Having now succumbed, to the ravage of disease.
Or
Just plain.... old age.
On cold, wet, oft windy days.
Brothers gather
Numbers growing smaller each year.
His name to be added, to a never endless wall.
Heads, hung in remembrance.
Wet
Coats, hung in the hall.
Giajl © Jim Love