Most read ▸
Misericordia
He earned his bread by making wooden soldiers,
With beautiful golden instruments.
Riding dapple-grey horses.
But when he heard the fanfare of trumpets
And the long rattle of drums
As the army marched out of the city.
He took all his soldiers
And burned them in the grate ;
And that night he fashioned a ballet-dancer
Out of tinted tissue-paper.
And the next day he started to carve a Pieta
On the steel hilt
Of a cavalry sword.