They fly in from pitch darkness,
swarming round the night light
kept on by my uncle since he was tortured
by Japanese soldiers during the war.
He, too, swarmed with others
on hands and knees, searching for light
at the end of a long tunnel,
where digging went on forever.
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This is awesome. I assume your uncle was in WWI? (I'm thinking of the trenches)
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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.
Fantastic, moving. Symbolism used with care and craft.
Beautiful, Larry. Can I get away with not saying anything else? Great writing.
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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