haiku trio

A member of my family, a young man serving as a soldier, was killed in Afghanistan. I didn't know him. He was the son of my late father's niece. He lived in a small village in Wales. I'm told that 500 people attended his funeral.

This haiku-trio is dedicated to those men and women who sacrifice their lives to preserve a semblance of peace and bring hope for a better and fairer future for others.

crowds link arms and sing
before the local monuments
soldiers look into the night

a cork rolls under a table
a charred stick falls to earth
a glass is broken

a burnt kebab
a sudden shower
and tomorrow silence