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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Powder Monkeys
[time] => 2003-06-17 22:05:00
[hometext] => Please be nice- My first poem submitted- criticism active is welcome/
[bodytext] => 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. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 389 [topic] => 28 [informant] => Wellington [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Patriotic )
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