Another journey

Poem by Roger Iredale

'On pitted tracks they crept below the settlements where olive groves still smouldered. Came out only when checkpoints got them in their sights.' | Photo: by Daniel Vogel on Unsplash

A hellish trip, that drag through rocks
as blank as faces in a coma, for two
such undertravelled, simplish souls.

Their pathways glinted over carcases of hills
like ribs picked smooth by vultures where dogs
as daft as donkeys brayed the slightest scrape.

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