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THEATRE OF WAR (11/11/2013 – 11.am)
If death is thought the ultimate
what price a part or two?
To be left as a mindless torpid trunk
the Elephant in the room.
And a limb’s not a limb – it’s a piece of shit
when blown into a muddy pit.
The scalpel only adds subtraction
in that theatre; sealing disconnection.
If death yields a hero – is life shame?
Return, with only self to blame?
Nobody t...
Monday 11th November 2013 11:16 am
NOT MUCH CALL FOR PLOUGHSHARES.
(This poem was born of a Newsnight blogger's comment in 2008. Serendipity in 'spades'.)
The arms of the world reach up in despair
A desperate child, with no mother there;
As the armaments industry fashions war-ware
There is not much call for ploughshares.
The artisan’s hand cupped Britain’s prowess
When the smith made and mended the tools of success;
His arms now hav...
Saturday 9th November 2013 2:32 pm
DOGS OF WAR
As war’s abrasion strips his fine veneer
man’s inhumanity his ilk defines.
Bi-pedal dog, scent-primed, unleashed, packed off
he brings a licking to some wrong-tongued foe.
While back in civvy-street, his leaders rise
short-slept from tasting civilized excess
this day newborn in sinless rectitude
to move their boarded pawns with gifted guess.
In blinkered ignorance of C...
Friday 8th November 2013 9:14 pm
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