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Poems

The Camp

2 July 2015

1:00 PM

2 July 2015

1:00 PM

Near the dogleg turn of the lane down to the ponies’ field,
skulking in summer among cow parsley and meadow sweet,
in winter with their streaked black corrugated walls laid bare,
were the half-dozen Nissen huts my father refused to mention.
A prisoner of war camp for Italian soldiers, my mother told me,
but also part of the silence my father had brought back with him
ten years before from Germany which now could not be ended
although the reason for that was one more thing he never gave.






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