Bomb Damage
By Peter Street
Then I made my mistake
and looked at a face,
a kind of no-face with holes for eyes
nose, mouth,
legs missing from the knees down
still stuck to all those bits of shrapnel
somewhere, which banged her life apart.
A little girl, bandaged
in mummy, almost pretty.
Some nurse had taken an age
getting each lap perfect
so proud that when we look
we might still see a person,
someone whole.
Copyright © by the owner.
