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WWI Scene – Soldier on Wire (c)Michael J. Whelan, 2009

 

TO ALL THE PRESIDENTS, ALL THE KINGS, ALL THE GENERALS AND POLITICIANS

I have seen the wire
that caught on the uniforms
of unlucky soldiers,
touched the pointed barbs
that pierced their skin
before the bullets
that took them,
stood where the missing lie.
In my pocket
is a poem
that brings me back
like a bridge.
In my pocket
is the blood coloured rust
of the rage of men.

Michael J. Whelan

 

Published in ‘One Hundred Years From Now,’ a sequence of poems by Michael J Whelan in LE Poetry & Writing, Edited by Mark Ulyseas, Volume One December 2018

see

https://liveencounters.net/le-poetry-writing-2018/12-dec-pw-vol-one-2018/michael-j-whelan-one-hundred-years-from-now/

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United Nations Position - Lebanon, 1994. Photo: Michael J. Whelan

United Nations Position – Lebanon, 1994. Photo: Michael J. Whelan 

CENTURIES KEEP WATCH

 

Inside our wire

a great anthill keeps the curved ground rising,

an army breaking the horizon

behind the sandbagged wall.

We are nothing to it

except when we too seek shelter

beneath the tremoring  ground

and  the big guns point our way.

 

Outside the bunker centuries keep watch,

while columns of soldier-ants

reach far into the future and the past,

their long black lines marching up

and down the mountain over this defence post,

conquering palisades, barbed wire and borders,

pouring through cracks in reinforced blast walls,

in and out like a two way shipping route

with the carved up parts of their enemies

and the spoil of a million wars.

 

If I was to smash this colony with my rifle

where then would the fair winds take its remains,

would it leave dust on the roof of my mouth,

its scouts swarming through my nights

in a rage of retribution?

 

Michael J. Whelan

 

Published in A NEW ULSTER magazine, Issue 34, July 2015  A NEW ULSTER magazine, Issue 34

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