THE LAST POST
First published in November 2020
He plays
to a deserted street,
the trumpet notes
as poignant as ever.
After the silence,
no banging doors,
no voices, no bird-song,
the Last Post soars
across an empty morning.
He plays
to a deserted street,
the trumpet notes
as poignant as ever.
After the silence,
no banging doors,
no voices, no bird-song,
the Last Post soars
across an empty morning.