Chest Cavities
A nameless face, a broken machine
with fragile skin that split and bled
to reveal a cavity of a heart long ago left behind.
He lay in the sand in army green,
the colour of the country:
'You live for your country
fight for your country
die for your country.'
You are a slave to your country.
Nothing more.
Foreign lands invaded by familiar bodies
lying beneath the sand,
fertilising the earth with fresh blood.
The seeds of revolution
so trees of victory may grow
So come young man
leave your heart with your darling;
metal needs no feeling.
Just fire your gun.
Get up and run.
Into the flames of glory.
A slave to your country.
