Garrison minion

Sharp opinion

The taste of unrequited joy

Bathe in zeppelins' beams, deploy.

 

Signal to the twelfth

Sabotage by stealth

Accrued thick mud under moonglow

Spent - the battalion light show.

 

Do not question what we mean by darkness

The only crime - there's not enough blood

Bodies our spreadsheets lay fixed in view

Museum exhibits behind dust, glass, residue.

 

Torture all truth-bearers, no-one free of war

Hate signs lead the way, without pay, t'the door

Cutting out the cancer, black clouds in the mind

Play with the scratched salt-mill, tablets to grind.

 

Spent a winter morning

Composing this letter to you

Beneath smoke and grease-stains

Rays from the sun stole a shy glance

Now watch as the fortune breaks beyond cloud

Were I now strolling through the green fields

And gazing at the harsh promontories

Out to sea, this past event lingers

Swirling inside, the deserter's notion

A stick thrown, diving, whispers in the sea

Channels broken through battleship debris

Unfit for service, this fever is permanent.