Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
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
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