poem based on a painting by Emma Knight
Make the boys forget
they may run into a
rainstorm of bullets
the next time out.
Make them forget
some won’t come back
whole and some
won’t come back at all.
So wear that deep red
on your lips, the right amount
of mascara, and smile
as warmly as you can.
Give them a moment
to forget about the
no-man’s land and
the hell of battle.
Let them know
there will be an ending,
that they can come home
to kiss your red lips.
1 comment:
If only red lipstick could save our troops from senseless wars and needless killing. Great poem!
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