Poetry – John Phillips – 306

 

306

 

Into the darkling, drizzling dawn;

Into the early-morning grey.

Strong arms to counteract the weakling legs,

He s soiled himself,

But no-one notices and no-one cares.

 

Duty is King and Country;

Duty is all.

Blind to compassion, blind to emotion and fear.

Blinded to reason and doubt,

To conscience and remorse.

 

Into the empty morning.

Empty the faces that surround him;

Empty the words to define, to justify, to absolve.

Only the casket, the post, the pock-marked wall.

Only the blindfold and the final cigarette.

 

 

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