Photographs

Studio-still in a cardboard moon,
Making a keepsake for his pocket -
A ploy against bayonets.

Oh! To perfume his image,
Paste his face in a locket,
But she is not 'his'.

Over the threshold,
She says: 'Stop Our Will being shot,'
Handing the photograph to her mother,
For her brother's pocket, instead.

Wendy Vacani

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