Sold Soldier – A Poem

We are the glass back brigade

Of blasted sand we are made

To survive death

Our senses have been tailored away

With scissoring barks and censorious needles

We soon cotton on that we

Are no-one


Ant minded and genie bellied

One day a gentle rub

Upon our abdominal lamp

Will bring the war home

In some far-forgotten tomorrow

But until then we are

Glass-backed steel-armed men

Here to survive death


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