you and whose army

each time at the battle
weighted boots in quaggy ground

the trumpet blasts cruel reveille
feebly, I pat my side for my sword

knowing neither myself nor my enemy well
I expect to surrender

you’re maneuvering on the hill
ruthless, tyrannical and in some stupid outfit

it’s too exhausting to field friendly fire
blah blah war warrior warning shot

I consider only what I will concede
which expendable limb to lose

 

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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