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Uncle Jim
larrylark

They fly in from pitch darkness,
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swarming round the night light
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kept on by my uncle since he was tortured
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by Japanese soldiers during the war.
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He, too, swarmed with others
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on hands and knees, searching for light
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at the end of a long tunnel,
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where digging went on forever.
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31 Aug 06

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This is awesome.  I assume your uncle was in WWI?  (I'm thinking of the trenches)
Line 5:  (Punctuation fix)  "he, too, swarmed with others" (drop that last comma)
 — aforbing

Dear Aforbing

Thanks for the spot. My uncle fought against the Japanese out in the far east during WW2. He also made the best mushroom omlettes ever.

Cheers

Larry
 — larrylark

Fantastic, moving. Symbolism used with care and craft.  
 — opal

Beautiful, Larry.  Can I get away with not saying anything else?  Great writing.
 — CervusWright

Thanks Opal

A comment from you is like being given a a precious jewel to contemplate

Larry nepotic lark
 — larrylark

Dear CervusWright,

Thanks for the appreciative comment. My uncle Jim is long gone but he lives inside me still in a strange way like many others do.

Larry relative voices Lark
 — larrylark

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