The ex-service men demands
the cenotaph
be cleaned
be forehand
be stripped of moss and grassy stems
that reach towards the heavens end
those tiny arms from a concrete womb
new life seeded
will be removed too soon
As water jets strip from them
their resting place
once again
under-fire
and pulled from root
another death
another dispute
the cenotaph
be cleaned
be forehand
be stripped of moss and grassy stems
that reach towards the heavens end
those tiny arms from a concrete womb
new life seeded
will be removed too soon
As water jets strip from them
their resting place
once again
under-fire
and pulled from root
another death
another dispute
Another death, another dispute. How well said Baz.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dolly, I wasn't actually happy with those last 2 lines, so I'm glad you've picked up on them and like them.. :)
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