War Prize
A beanie left behind
Has become part
Of a small tower,
War prizes scattered
Among remains of
Battlefront ruins.
We deserted to
Look
For gold.
From a noose chain
Hung a rare painting
By a dead artist,
And I think now
Of the bombed town who’s
Rubble we waded through.
Ordered, was the chain
To be unfastened
And the canvas “rescued”.