Only one snap of the unfortunate
Mr and Mrs Knapp was ever taken;
Perched near the austere church,
Their smiles, in contrast, radiant.
Later a simple wedding banquet,
The tired guests mostly in uniform
Eeking out a little limited leave.
Then a walk back to the blacked
Out station - parents placed home
And a giddy new union begins.
A quick shortcut along the tracks,
Summer squall thick and stifling.
It hides the behemoth at their back
Crashing through endless night.
Bio:
O.T. Park lives and works in Guildford, U.K.. He has had poems published in Eye Flash Poetry, The Dawntreader and The Cannon’s Mouth