Imber
Oh Imber, this once thriving village
haunted by the dogs of war and retribution.
Emptied, waiting as the wind blows through
Mourning restoration.
And the church bell tolls but once a year
For souls who once lived and those
Who have passed through
And the ghosts that sweep around that emptiness
harshly keen
in the dankness of the green latrines.
written in response to this picture
http://www.flickr.com/photos/miketoons/3441695145/ by @Miketoons
by J.Brain, April 2009
