Private Sorrow

David Nutter

WW1 graves at Colne cemetery.

"Heaven's rain falls upon
Faces of the children who look skyward.
Twisting metal through the air,
Scars and screams
So you might know his fury.
See shells whistle,
Let your mind drift away.
See shells whistle,
Let yourself hide away."

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