This is a prose poem from my dissertation based on the format of Field Service Postcard that soldiers were issued with during WW1.

Mail Up!

NOTHING is to be written that tells the truth. Feelings not required will be erased. If I say what I mean the post card will be destroyed.

 I can’t tell you

 I am

quite

quite

quite        unable to tell you.

 I have been            shot at

bombarded

gassed

I am                         sickened

filthy

exhausted

I …

I have received your

hopes

wishes

dreams

 My body follows at first opportunity

 I have received no way out.

lately

at all.

 Signature

only                                       

Undated

[Postage must be prepaid on any letter or post card addressed to the sender of this card.]