Monday, 25 March 2013

Corporal Mariel

They decided that he should go
then when the council man came
to carry my brother over to war
my uncle, who earlier offered his consent
and who was ill nearly fainted


My Auntie was too angry to speak.


He fought for 19 years and became a corporal
but on his 20th  year, he was shot in the head.

"He was lucky," they said:
"the bullet grazed the skull." 

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