by Sean Kinsella | Jul 14, 2006 | Poetry
A moments silence amidst the victory. will the hustings hush for remembrance? for one young man of the war machine, one cog consigned to the silent scrapheap, where concrete ears are discreetly deaf …to the grief of reunion tears. Keeping his kit forever clean, she...
by Sean Kinsella | Jul 14, 2006 | Poetry
Off the train to waiting dogs schnell! schnell! and misery’s slog heil seig heil! from Aryan eyes Nazi flags and darkening skies. Tattoo needles sneer and snarl rasping all with ugly gnarl spectacles piled in blinding heap golden teeth corrode and weep. Sons and...
by Sean Kinsella | Jun 5, 2006 | Poetry
Transfixed by Kitchener’s finger they signed up by the score heroes waved away with cheers where jeering turned to war. In order not to miss the fun they smartened up their kit these soldier boys were lied to led away, and blown to bits. They found themselves in...
by Sean Kinsella | Jun 5, 2006 | Poetry
The Cenotaph soldier stands a post a glorious youth from a slaughter of ghosts. His soul enthroned for all to see Lee from Enfield 303. He never got beyond the trench where life was worn-out, warred and wrenched. He fell as night, in nameless place and frozen earth...
