Naval Overcoat – a Poem by Julie Hogg

Naval Overcoat

Dead weight
from every heavy
ounce of melton
clinging on ankles,
hanging by threads,
bare frayed hem,
brass, polished off skin
boiled wool and bone,
highly revered
and a worn out
pipe pocket,
sticky with baccy
and the breast one,
silently
sewn up with
any old twine,
holding what
really happened
hidden by heart,
deeply inside
warm silk-like lining
flung over our bed
never coming home
blanket instead.

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