Testament by Tina Baker
Black ink shines
on a silver nib
as time hangs.
He remembers a church of sallow stone
where bees gathered pollen from a wedding bouquet,
and white lace was caught in a tangled hedgerow,
and the virginal fear of love,
and war entwined.
He smells the stench of bloodied mud,
he hears the dying words of someones son,
and the cries of his own newborn child.
He feels the loss
and all the joy,
that was his life.