Absence

Absence

Present absent lost.

He was here there

but parts were absent

lost on an Italian beach

amid 90 per cent casualties.

Locked in a camp

with one water faucet

and 7000 thirsty starving men

waiting for red cross parcels.

He never wore

his campaign medals

or marched

up and down

Saluting cenotaphs

as old soldiers do

at the parades

each year in town.

We lived

with photographs

sealed in a black box

locked under his bed.

Photographs taken

of pre-war days

Serpentine deck chairs

of Regents park.

Hyde Park

Speakers Corner

on Sundays

and those friends

His memories

all gone

now then

and now he’s gone too.

“Absence” First published in “Uncertain Times” ©robcullen

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