darkness

I mustn't over-complicate this
but today I see things differently.
I certainly recognise this darkness:
this Somme-like place of death:
it seems real enough.
real enough to make me want to run like hell.
I've certainly done that before.

but before I do that I need to remember one thing:
if I run I can only run backwards
searching for another silly picnic.
ok so I have to stay here a while
but these things that loom out of the darkness:
I know they cannot hurt me (they never did before.)
in this make-belief battlefield
I have only to sit and wait for morning
[mourning]
and . . . . for you . . . . . . . . . . .
only . . . . . . . .
don't be long . . . .