“How easy it is to make a ghost.”
Keith Douglas.
While dandelions tell their feathered time,
Tired soldiers cross the meadow under heat.
The youth in the gun-sight cannot be aware
How light has turned his hair to shining down.
He sees his girl back home,—her naked lips
Are only naked now, because they blow.
Her lips are shining red, yet so exposed,
He has to turn his head. The sniper swears,
But softly. No one hears. The head turns back,
The mind turns back… “Three days ago, no more,
She wore her dreaming eyes and that white dress.
She blew until the grey smoke formed a drift,
And counted time away with naked lips.”
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