memory, National Service, Poetry

Thank you for your service

In the half-light before dawn, Seventeen years before you were born, Boys stood half-waked on a parade square A hundred conscripts gathered there. One by one, to each in turn, Gun-metal was given, assigned to learn The ways to maim, to shoot, to kill All extensions of a nation's will. Then, as I cradled plastic… Continue reading Thank you for your service