Men and boys called from afar
Pawns of the Empire
n.b. From Suvla Bay, beneath the heights of Gallipoli, (Çanakkale “Beautiful City”) to the shelter of Weymouth Bay and the green of Dorset, where hospital treatment was provided after the slaughter in Turkey.
Even today to mention Gallipoli to an Australian friend invokes near tearful anger at the deceitful lies of the British; lies perpetuated to recruit Australians to the Empire’s cause in the war between the countries of Europe.
And still Australia has a Governor who represents the English monarch, Australia’s head of state.
n.n.b. The English royal family was re-branded as Mountbatten-Windsor from Sax-Coburg-Gotha in 1917 to avoid being noticed as cousins of the German, Kaiser Bill – and still the English sing ‘God Save the (monarch)’ as if a) there is a god and b) a need for royalty.
Fictional land of peace and perpetual happiness
Bones, cuts, burns
Shattered ring of steel and splintered lives
Gated, armed guards rendered, armless
Brochure of fictional happiness shredded
City of dreaming spires that prick at clouds
Oxen driven through the swollen Isis
Knee-deep, matted coats drag over the chalk bed
Reeds cling to hooves as maudlin maidens’ hungry hands
Reaching out to imagined lovers’ loins
Names put down for gated schools
Grandfathers’ rights and legacies
Life traced from expectant birth
Privileged few offer life-limiting choices; too many
Raised voices echo back from the gilded ceilings
Sand grains turn to liquid become glass
Shards rip through silk and cotton
Tattered shirts form nooses
Ripped banknotes flutter heavenward
Multiplication, subtraction and ultimately division.
www.napowrimo.net Day 21 prompt: Surrealistic poem or Realism or actuality
It was a moment between trains
I was heading for Poitiers and had to wait
As we all did after that Friday night when
Young men with guns and grenades
Maimed and murdered
Young men and women unarmed
Before more men with guns and grenades
Returned the favour
At the polished sleek station serving the south-west
I waited and watched as more young men with guns
Ready to shoot to kill patrolled
In open sight
Young men with guns
Sent to reassure us
As we waited for trains out of Paris
Away from young men with guns.
See also Columbine, Sandy Hook, Parkland, Santé Fe, Gaza.
The Earth spins East
Old World turns West
Cristóbal Cólon all at sea
The Caribs asleep to Fate.
Picture cards dealt
On baize tables in Milan
Fall foul of Christian virtue
Triumphant Angel outbids the World
Four kings cannot prevent
Adventure turning so sour
When courted Spain seeks new ways
They saw three ships go sailing in
Weevils freed from biscuits and barrels
Spanish flags and guns
Sick sailors skins burnt deep by highest Sun
Untethered Christian Love in dripping lust
Loose the common virus
of cold European lands
Through coughs from influenza filled lungs.
http://www.napwrimo.net Day 27 prompt: Take the idea of a tarot card to plot a poetic route to a New World.
Influenza, measles and slavery, Europe’s gifts to the Caribbean.
Trionfi, the earliest Tarot cards has rules recorded by an Italian poet from the 15th Century…as Bob Dylan nearly sang in Tangled Up In Blue.