Monday, 23 April 2018

Thanks Padre

(For Guy Mayfield)

Young airmen at war,
So fresh childhood
Still clung,
In the folds
Of blue uniforms
And between the threads
Of hurriedly
Sewn on wings.

One told you
He could smell death,
Asked how best
To live with it,
You wanted
To tell him
You didn’t know,
But didn’t.

Night after night
Into the blackness,
Those that returned
White faced
And weary;
‘Don’t let them
Drink too much'
An officer implored

But you joined
Them in the bar,
To shoulder,
Bought a few
Moderate rounds;
Thanks Padre
They whispered.

© David Subacchi

David Subacchi lives in Wales (UK) where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry: First Cut (2012), Hiding in Shadows (2014), Not Really a Stranger (2016) and A Terrible Beauty (2016) as well as a collection in Welsh: Eglwys Yng Nghremona (2016).