Surrounded by the shrapnel of affection, I walk the mine field of our recent past-- If I take one step in the wrong direction, I’ll be kaput before I hear the blast. I swing my head away from where the stench is, And turn my back on what we’ve both defiled; The future’s somewhere out beyond the trenches, Where fields are green and poppies still grow wild. Oh, I will wake up screaming in the night, My shell-shocked heart exploding in my chest, To see your face flicker like candlelight Before it’s blown away, like all our best. And yes, I’ll live, but I will be the slave Of slaughtered love, dumped in a double grave.
Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells