She fumbles the graceless lace That shroud the widowed windows
That stare along the wasting wheat
To the rusting tractor, without parts
To the spindling girls, without hearts
Tommy, love of my life, don’t leave me
Don’t go to fight another man’s dream
She sits and stares
At her reflection in the fire’s cold brass fender
And sees a face that once could smile
He, rigor mortised, lies beside the brass ‘twenty pounder
He has no face to see
Tommy, love of my life, don’t die there
Don’t lie cold, alone without me
She hears a distant woodpecker, tapping
Unknown to her, his last heard sound of machine gun, straffing
That ripped open his chest full of photographs
The woodpecker stops
His work is done, his death delivered
Tommy, love of my life, i love you
Love of my life, love of my death
Harry Mills
4th June 2012, English Bakery, Boracay, Philippines
Dedicated to the widows of Tony’s Ghosts
With respect and memories for Freddy Mercury
This is a blog of poems written by A H Mills, who currently lives on Boracay in the Philippines. Curated & uploaded by one of his daughters because, although he can email, he can't comprehend how to blog. Please leave any comments or suggestions you have here, I'll be sure to let my Dad know.
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