Treasure Island

paddy d daly

(11 7 1961 / balinasloe)

MAVIS


I keep very unsociable
hours nowadays,
up all night,
Digging into the rafters
of my brain,
trying to dig out words
to string into a line
that might be
Meaningful or Meaningless,
depending on how it is read.
Mavis, Oh Mavis, how can
you stand this madness,
Patience, now that is a word,
A word I could write a million
times but still not
describe you, Ypres,
Western Belgium,1915,
digging the trenches beside
the Canadian first and
the royal Irish rifles,
how I suffered then,
came back a shell,
how you have suffered
since, my dearest darling Mavis,
The madness of war.

Submitted: Friday, December 27, 2013
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