Tuesday 23 February 2010

Well, I've decided to post my poem Irreplaceable Son so that those who are interested can see what the fuss was about.

Irreplaceable Son

I found myself that day-
In a sea of beige and sand
I was marching out of step to The Regimental Band
I found myself that day-
Within sight and sound of war
As a mothers' irreplaceable son cried; 'What are we fighting for?'
Each time we form The Hollow Square
A thousand heads will bow in prayer
The silence breaks
A bugle calls
Each time a son so irreplaceable falls.

I found myself that day-
In a sea of sand and beige
As a mothers' irreplaceable son signed in blood across The Page
I found myself that day-
In the Quiet Mass of pain
As a thousand irreplaceable sons steel themselves to fight again.
Once more we'll form The Hollow Square
A thousand heads will bow in prayer
The silence breaks
A bugle calls
Once more a son so irreplaceable falls.

I found myself today-
In this mean unpleasant land
Still marching out of step to The Regimental Band
I found myself today-
In a hot slow burning rage
As another irreplaceable son signed in blood across The Page.

Dean King 2009

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