Web.(For Onelia)
D Dónall Dempsey
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On the cruel
twist of barbed wire
in the middle
of No-man’s Land
uncaring of
the carnage
on either side
not listening to
the human
dying...crying for water
crying...for his mother
(as if he were
a little boy again)
a human hand
minus its human
caught...snagged
on the barbed wire
like a piece
of thrown away leather
unreal
in its realness
flesh rotting
around a perfect fingernail.
The web
shaken by the faraway explosion
grows more
& more
beautiful
making even
the barbwire
a thing of
wonder
that glows
in the soldier’s eye
seeing now
the last thing
...he will ever see.
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