One Poem by Jack O’Donnell

Dreadnought

An empty seat in the mess
Where sat the best
A piece of shrapnel
Scattered his brain
His sanity never questioned again
Ramrod back and meticulous dress
We who knew the folly of derring-do
The comradeship, the partying too
A means to and end for you
We fought out of hell
Ah, in death we dwell
The gentle and the kind
Lost in that trick of time
I’m grateful for bloodless history
Death dying on every street
Not met, not met, not yet
Our security in the dreadnought.

 

Jack O’Donnell has had some of his work published, and even some of it read, but, usually, not. His novel Lily Poole can be found at: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lily-Poole-Jack-ODonnell/dp/1783522356

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