Tag: war poetry
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Bombs in Billets
Mr Burke from Battersea has an early start Up with larks, ensuring binmen do their jobs If you spy him circuiting the park he is warden of, and try stalking past him He will shout as if you had not seen him and were keen to stop and talk He bellows about battle Overseas retreats…
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Smashed at Actium
Gold much in Egypt Gods older than the foam which drank Atlantis Arch fantasist whose phantom hand called up every flower He toward whom all followers tend eventually Ear lender whose housing lobes empathic eternal paternal tenderness At disposal every power, every rotad hour known to he Oldest When ceaseless cleansing rains started, the heart…
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Dark America
Vast complex of American misadventure Stairwell lined with tall portraits Depicting naked terrorists reposed like ill-used catamites Forming uncomfortable pyramids of their flesh Two quid flash of disposable camera post-torture Pyramid walls bloody with mishandling. Wars, rumours thereof A desert stormed is a desert reformed Boots recycling dunes, new kingdoms rising The wake of old…
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Divine Dawn Vimy Ridge
Marching with the rank and file Third trench Christmas, it’s all lasting a while. Curios whittled on frontlines and letters from home on a table in a pile Songs with similar airs performed in curious varied style Sitting on hard benches, itchy bunioned with asses piled Slapped knees and all at ease, dancing between the…