With My Father: 1942
by R.A. Simpson •
‘The low clouds coming quickly
will break those trees
The sheep on that steep slope
will tumble into the gully’
I was twelve and troubled
when he also said
‘this storm will be the end of everything
I’m only joking so
don’t worry
let’s go home and hear
our wireless saying
how bad the war is now’
My father died that year
Last night I saw when sound asleep
my father’s ghost or one like him
floating from Armageddon
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