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Powder Monkeys

Contributed by Wellington on Tuesday, 17th June 2003 @ 10:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Patriotic



Hard Bullets, hard life, hard stocky sterling lads.
Sprawl over horizons into Mirrors of Gas, yellowy complexities choke them.
I had never seen people die- but I knew
Before the lips of blue- erupted forth a bloody mess.
Of slopping conscience.

Mess up the life that was your grail.
Like the other side of the field-sloppy and cold.
Machine guns stutter like disabled politicians.
And the cold wind bites into your side like a fresh hole.

You dream of the beer your father shared.
And of those sordid summers with some miscreant girl.
But you also dream of god and heavenly conscription.
Will you be going there or to hell?
War converts Christians.

You never thought people died without a grave.
In the village, there was a knoll for such things. But here puddles offer a little dignity as worried boots turns down faces.
Primed barrels, primed hearts. Primed lungs.
Your pal has no gas mask...he rolls in your guilt and
Shame as your protective mussel trembles.
Not through necessity this time, through tears.

Rats and roaches enjoy your boots
Yet you despise them- they aren’t your Home
Your home is far off-distant, shells remind you of midwinter thunder
But your own blunders are not rewarded
Except by shrapnel.

Yours truly, mad. I’m rather glad.
You sketch out lies and send them to your parents
Like a scolded child you weep- but not for petty
You can’t help but see the image of a dead boy
Frosted in your mind- his name was yours.
But deeper, and respectable.
Untouched by age.

And as the sun touches the morning and suckles clouds-
You sail home. And you dream of flags and what once was
Before the days of mismatched marriages
And political subterfuge
When everyone cared about Britain.




Copyright © Wellington ... [ 2003-06-17 22:05:00]
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Re: Powder Monkeys (User Rating: 1 )
by BlackFire9786 on Tuesday, 17th June 2003 @ 10:21:27 PM AEST
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This was a very vivid, descriptive poem, well written!!! I hope to hear more from you, welcome to ypdc. luv ya lotz-Lisa


Re: Powder Monkeys (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Tuesday, 17th June 2003 @ 10:46:48 PM AEST
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very good write, welcome, keep the poems coming
Shari


Re: Powder Monkeys (User Rating: 1 )
by tease_whizz on Wednesday, 18th June 2003 @ 08:30:07 AM AEST
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powerful imagery in this write and some really thought provoking points. the last stanza is particularly poignant i think and gives the poem a somewhat melancholy tone though fuelled by indignation. excellent write, welcome to YPDC, hope to read more from you soon, Kate x


Re: Powder Monkeys (User Rating: 1 )
by Wellington on Wednesday, 18th June 2003 @ 09:33:54 AM AEST
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That's a really nice comment. Thanks.




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