ROSALIND FRIDAY
Where Heroes lie
Acrylic on canvas
76 x 51cm
The roll is called, but it is heartbreaking as name after name is called.
There is a deep silence.
Despite the noise of the incessant cracking of rifles and screaming of
Shrapnel, there are few of us left to answer our names, just a thin line
Of weary, ashen faced men, behind a mass of silent forms, once our comrades.
There they have been for days.
We have not had time to bury them.
