“Silence on a June Morning, 1944” by Tracy Davidson
Soldiers lined up in perfect formation
beside the egg, its skull cracked,
peeled back bit by bit,
white matter exposed and discarded.
The soldiers move in, drowning
themselves in gold treasure.
The metal tool enters the fray,
scraping up every last vestige of life.
Ejected shell casings lie scattered about
amid crumbs of debris
and puddles of dripped butter.
I sip my tea and pretend
the telegram on the corner
of the table never came.
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Tracy Davidson Artist Statement:
Tracy Davidson lives in Warwickshire, England, and writes poetry and flash fiction. Her
work has appeared in various publications and anthologies, including: Poet’s Market 2015,
Mslexia, The Binnacle, Modern Haiku, A Hundred Gourds, Atlas Poetica, Shooter, Journey
to Crone, Ekphrastia Gone Wild, Mother is a Verb, The Garden, The Great Gatsby Anthology
and In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights.