Lie spent and sticky-sweet
lie
spent and sticky-sweet,
Full,
your breasts, beyond youth's pert
enticements,
full beyond the earnest nibble of thought
and tongue,
full with the legacy
of
midnight vigils, primitive comforts
worshipped
the weary work
of womanhood measured
in the
delicate striations
of your
flesh,
through
the perfect oceans
of
lover, wife, mother you come
Baghdad uranium breath
the missile makers & the money men,
are dancing bellicose, military boots
shuffling towards the ballrooms
of Baghdad with uranium breath
& gunpowdered moustaches,
wars these days, fought in opinion polls
marketing moguls, the ground troops sent in
for another just war, just another
war
waged in metropolitan newspapers,
the minds of the many, beguiled,
pulling the trigger.
Trevor Landers is a Lecturer in Communication at The Open Polytechnic of New Zealand, having previously held teaching positions
in English and History at the Universitatei de Vest in Timisoara, Romania and Victoria University of Wellington, New Zealand.
He was a foundation member of the World Postgraduate Association and a prominent postgraduate activist in his native New Zealand.
Trevor has been widely published, most recently this month in Never Bury Poetry, Poetic Hours, Pierian Springs and The Voice of
the Turtle. He is also the Managing Editor of theThe Zealot Press.
Email: Trevor Landers
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