'and something comes over you': a small poem

and something comes over you...

dawn
Omaha, Juno, Gold, Utah, Sword
thousands and thousands of ships

you just can’t imagine

we didn’t expect opposition
a clear run
on the beaches

the noise
the confusion

the whole sea shore
a blue, blue
haze

surprising things

a warship
into the air

disintegrates

the smell of cordite
rather like blood

shrouding the detail

Thanks to:

Private Frederick Perkins,

Lieutenant Ian Wilson Candalent,

Able Seaman Walter Blanchard

Engine Room Artificer Ronald Jesse

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