The child clasps <br />her father's hand <br /> <br />in hers <br /> <br />leading him <br />on to where the ice creams are. <br /> <br />He laughs <br />pulled along by her <br /> <br />eagerness. <br /> <br />A giant <br />lead by a dwarf. <br /> <br />But now <br />he must lie down <br /> <br />in the posture <br />of his death <br /> <br />as if he slept <br /> <br />the sky <br />a blue so still <br /> <br />not a breath <br />of wind <br /> <br />disturbs <br />the terrible howling <br /> <br />a child <br />looking for her hands. <br /> <br />The bomb <br />has done <br /> <br />its duty.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/duty-for-my-old-pal-al/
