navy blue
you can see in those eyes
as he talks of navy days
of rum mixed from paste
and nights on the watch
that
something of him
remains out at sea
sweeping the channel approaches
for mines and americans
who resurface half eaten
and riddled with bullets
and he'll take a rum and pep
and ask after the family
and on sundays he'll bring
a graft from the pear tree
but he'll not let you in
through those eyes -
to those americans -
though if you've no helicopter
he'll have plain
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