after the battle of the Incriminating Loveletter
there came an uneasy truce
We still sleep together in the same trench
but you have built
a wall of sandbags in between
somenights
gutsy and fulloffight
rifle in hand
I’m over the top
brave asa ram
and you’re always waiting,
my naked sentry
‘Halt, who goes there? Friend or lover?’
‘Lover’
‘Advance lover’
in the morning
whistling ‘itsalongwaytotipperary’
i trudge across the duckboards
to the bathroom