Tag: war poetry
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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…