Half forgotten memory

We fear the third man
as only the first and
the second can, he is
following in the rear and
we can’t see his face
therein lies the fear.

Something I read
but the first two are now dead,
the third is an enigma,
but he gives me nightmares
I see those desolate places and
frost on tired faces,
I fear too.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.