Old Soldier Poem by Gwilym Williams

Old Soldier



There are long
heatwave days
when nothing happens.

An old man
with pale eyes
in a crumbling head
sits stiffly silent
on a wooden bench
at a wooden table
in a clearing in the woods;
picnicless,
expressionless;
a blank page.

An old soldier
barely alive -
quietly sitting.

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