Poem: ‘During the War’
Shannon Borg, 9 May 1996
Near the edge of town where the graveyard opens out under white sky, a girl stands on a wide porch, looking at the cottonwood trees, her fingers intertwined behind her head. A boy on a ship reads a letter, waits and walks
under white sky across the wide deck, looking at the sea and listening for the wail of kamikazes. He writes a letter: It is silent before dawn. I often walkaround deck. I...