“How ditty-do
How do you do and mercy-bow ku!”
Outside the hospice
Howitzer Howie
Hollered humorless and horribly.
“Hello, howdie – How are ya?”
Hetty heard the
Hunted haunted man and shuddered:
His hat was askew o’er
His head of red-hennaed hair,
But what halted her were
His horrified hollow eyes.
“How did this happen?
What hell hazed his brain?”
Hetty hushedly whispered
As she resumed to hustled away.
No one can know
What the Howies and Harrys
And nameless homeless heroes
Are hostages,
Except maybe some historians
Like Harold who studies
War and battles
including the Battle of Hamel
of 1918
Where Howie fought
and was lost.
© G.s.k. ‘16
Unfortunately I missed writing yesterday as I was very busy and couldn’t post. So for the A to Z Challenge I’m writing today, Sunday, which usually is a free day … and I’ll be writing later today to make up for yesterday’s missing NaPoWriMo ( I hope since I’ve got another full day in front of me.) Bastet
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