Conscription Poem by Geoff Lathy

Conscription



Shadows lengthening in diesel fumes;
Nine millimetres of time in the dusty sunlight;
Twenty millimetres of uniforms draped in ideologies:
The rushing sound of fear,
And carefully sown fields
Of children’s limbs,
Of the blood,
On my hands;
And the tears,
In my eyes,
Dry,
On the sands.

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