the
white
moss-
covered
wall
spotted
with
red
poppies
and
what
we
gather
are
bullet
holes.
(First published in the anthology How The Net Is Gripped: a selection of contemporary American poetry, edited by Rupert Loydell and David Miller, Stride, UK, 1992.)
Beautiful. Magnificent.
ReplyDeleteWilliam,
ReplyDeleteA terrible reminder of how much Greece suffered during (and unfortunately after) the German Occupation--thanks for responding!
Vassilis,
ReplyDeleteIn my childish mind’s eye, I see people all over the world gathering bullet holes and leaving only poppies behind. Baskets full of holes dumped into the sea, to a great outpouring of song. “We are done with our foolishness, rejoice.”