The Son
I found the letter in a cardboard box,Unfamous history,I read the words The ink was faint and brown ,the paper dry After so many years of being kept, The letter was a soldeir's, from the front-conveyed his love and dissappointed hopeof getting leave.'It's cancelled now,'he wrte.My luck is atthe bottom of the sea.'
Outside the sum was hot;the world looked bright;I heard a radio,and someone laughed.I did not sing,orlaught,orlove the sun.
within the quiet room I thought of him,My father killed,and all the other men,Whose luck was at the bottom of th sea