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meeting a nazi<\/strong><\/p>\n he was like any other nasty old man ‘they made me build roads’ he laments – ‘ten years they worked me like a slave – ‘oh don’t mind him’ she says the half chewed bread slides down his dry throat – ‘they were different times’ continues his wife ‘do you have grandparents’ he asks for some reason this pleases him<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jeremy Young<\/strong> lives and works in Yorkshire. He had had work published in numerous articles and anthologies, and is a member of the beehive poets.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" meeting a nazi he was like any other nasty old man – smug – his waistline at his breasts – a wife skittering at his pleasure ‘they made me build roads’ he laments – chewing on a kaiser roll – tongue lapping- moist bread churning on his gums ‘ten years they […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12044","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12044","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12044"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12044\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12046,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12044\/revisions\/12046"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12044"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12044"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12044"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n– smug – his waistline at his breasts –
\na wife skittering at his pleasure<\/p>\n
\nchewing on a kaiser roll – tongue lapping-
\nmoist bread churning on his gums<\/p>\n
\nmurderers get less’ – the wife interrupts him
\nwith attempted good humour<\/p>\n
\n– offering me a glass of cola –
\n‘leave the boy alone – it’s not his fault’<\/p>\n
\nbefore the adam’s-apple has come to rest
\nthe other half of the soup dipped roll goes into his mouth<\/p>\n
\nprizing the lid from a decorated biscuit tin –
\n– I take gingerbread – lay it on my knee<\/p>\n
\nI sip my drink and nod at the absurd question
\n– how else would I be here –<\/p>\n