Sunday, November 11, 2018

Kit Kelen #1046 - day the war ends . 11.11.18


1046
day the war ends
11.11.18
poem scribbled on the day


up jumped
and answer
hats in the air

all a hundred years old
gird em stiff upper
loin stirring

our stocks have risen so much

trench dark
how bright the factory

someone is whistling along
or – watch out – it's a bomb

peace like a memory
war is a dream
sweetest gal
and safe here

mud and immaculate clean

we are still from a great height falling

members of a choir
all dance towards a Christmas death
won't make God exist

here's rusty baccy tin
here's oats from home
communion wafer

pass billy boys

and while you've a lucifer
breast pocket Bible
stopped the bullet
just one
at Deuteronomy

key change
maybe that's fever pitch

who was it needs me again?
am I a duty to serve?

love my loss
like the gun I tend
like the bullets that blossom

a delicate ballet
what are your legs?

whistle for truth
and it comes

whose death is this?
and who's to witness?

revenge and spite

nothing saved this wretch
tried and tried
but God wouldn't be

pipes shot to shreds

here's world
whereon the numbers
cannot try the cause

the bugle at your balls, boys
the triangle, the bell

the war is still with us
all these long years

spit on a Turk
make carcass of Kaiser

we take our war out for a walk
fresh fields

music of fled souls
whom truth betrayed

nations that weeps together
leaps together
over high seas
to other lands
unheard of yet

they are nothing now
were high on the adventure

the lamb lies down
with the facing blade
Australia will be there

lest we regret
here's oompapa empire
so solemnly sincere

never say die
to conquer
that's my sun never setting now

silence for a moment
fife for a lowering down

shimmy up lads for a flag
fool ourselves
and soil the pants
and once again
weren't we here before?

all leaves of the story fall
to glory us
with halleluyah
then worship us awhile

to pack up your troubles
a long way to go

capture the falling
close cinema eyes

something symphonic
the whole effect

blessed are …
can't remember here

let's come into a forest clearing

you want it to end?

just sign on the line
isn't this grace amazing?

2 comments:

  1. Not to make levity of tragedy, but Woody Allen has a nice old standup bit about a bullet in a pocket stopping a falling bible

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  2. blessed are.......the survivors

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