Oubliette

All night
Trains rattle through the house.
I name constellations
Remembering:

The wind blowing my father
Home from the pub,
Lancaster tail-gunner stories:
‘Ten-thousand over Dresden’,
Strafing two-six-twos.
How he met my mother
During the war – how she waited
Under the railway bridge
Painting her lips with cherries

Way past midnight, awake
I remember trying to save
Butterflies in jam-jars,
Cowboys and Indians,
A thousand starry nights,
And a million long-grass summers

Now I feel only the cold
And the memory of things

Patrik Gryst (nom de plume)

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