Grandad.

 
What did you do in the war?
did the magpies go caw?
small you were,
big enough to work the blind shaft.
 
After that the war they wouldn't talk about ended,
you told me a horrible story,
washing is taken in on a rainy day.
 
And all we saw of it,
was a highly polished shell case,
that held the flowers of high summer.
 
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