"canonise" poems
Remembrance in November grows repellent
each year we rob it further of its sense
by hunting down objectors to compel them
to stand in line or cause a grave offense.
No private contemplation or reflection
when strident shrieks of nationhood prevail
Un-poppied collars count as insurrection
a slight to every brave, red-blooded male.
Division, thumping drums and waving banners
the media wades in with guns ablaze
forgetful of respect, or simple manners –
that’s not how we conduct ourselves these days
If this is what our fallen heroes wanted
I wonder why the cenotaph is haunted.
We cannot know what sent the soldiers hither
or claim the fallen courage of the fight
think boys who marched to foreign fields together
were simple symbols drawn in black and white
If we could rise above the spite and chatter
We’d find unbordered bonds and understand
that shells and bullets lacked the strength to shatter
the looking glass that straddled no man’s land
From timid chaps to lunatic berserkers
we canonise the men who heard the call
if wives had had the power to shoot deserters
there never would have been a war at all.
Let’s render restless spirits more forgiving:
to honour best the dead, honour the living.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
for what seems to be a lifetime it has been in your eyes
that I exist within, the place in which I disguise
my absence of self, my adequate compromise
to embody what I assumed would surely suffice
in satisfying every one of your desires. after a while, I grew to realise
that our case was one of sheer convenience, not at all a prize.
so with these words our journey I canonise
to remind you of your wrongs, but most importantly
of my rights.
Open your eyes.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 7:18 PM UTC