WAR'S EDGE.

A MOTHER LOSES HER SON IN WAR.

Her son lies out there
On the war’s edge dead

To all including the star’s
Blink. She stands looking

Out of the window at the
Sky’s spread knowing her

Son’s dead. Nine months
In the make and years after

To bring up and love and
Tend now he’s lies at the

War’s end. O yes they’ll
Bring her back his corpse

Coffin wrapped shrouded
With flag and song and soft

Music playing sombre tunes
And organ’s drones, but

She’ll be left alone to the
Darkness and the wind’s

Moans. Looking out she
Half expects his return,

His coming over the hill
Laden with pack and smiles

And wave of hand and call
Of voice. Silence will be the

Welcome now; sitting sad
Without him in her lonely

Room and house is her only
Choice. The sun is going

Down now, he has not
Returned, no smile or

Wave of hand or voice
Calling, just the silence

And the shadows falling.