This is a prose poem from my dissertation based on the format of Field Service Postcard that soldiers were issued with during WW1.
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
quite unable to tell you.
I have been shot at
I am sickened
I have received your
My body follows at first opportunity
I have received no way out.
[Postage must be prepaid on any letter or post card addressed to the sender of this card.]