Colin F. Jones


The man who stood beside me was not God
And I looked not a bit like Jesus Christ.
We shared the same small area of green sod,
Prepared to be by others sacrificed.
Within our bodies we were both alone,
Our minds distressed with fear we could not share.
The dread of death creeping through our bone,
Our sunken eyes locked in a sightless stare.
We did not need to view each other’s face
To see the trust and faith reflected there
For we would never die in disgrace,
So long as we had this deep love to share.
‘Twas not a day quite yet for us to die
And my silent question met with no reply.