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At the dawn of the First Gulf War it was Neil Palmer who expounded first on the democratisation of war reporting. In the Ancient World the emperors had their scribes take down the histories, and in the twentieth century the trend had continued downward with the officer poets of WWI and then the work of enlisted men in WW2. It was the TV reporters that gave us images of Vietnam, but it would be the TV viewers that would document warfare at the end of the millenium. So we held a poetry competition in the bookshop where we all worked. I won, and these are the words to this song, but the first verse is another peom called 'lovesick ole fuck' that I wrote around the same time. It begins in the Pavilion Gardens opposite the Bookshop in Hanningtons Department Store as a veteran of an unspecified war chokes on his six-pack in his PTSD.. the memories come back, aggregate, and fragment. (SS)
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Festering putrid / mouldy ole parkbench
maybe its june / maybe july
maybe its special brew / maybe its crucial brew
sot with a six-pack / under the sky
a thing with no name / that binds em together
a thing with no name / can't be seen with the eye
somewhere far away a monk set on fire
a smell of warm petrol comes back down his nose
urgh!
The dinosaurs all creepy lie / squashed up and oozing / the din of their mirth
and we left behind as a wayward tornado / nie wieder / nie wieder
nie wieder / nie wieder / nie wieder / nie wieder
the burning dreck / a dayglo speck / skin boiled of one hand like a glove
like a glove that a surgeon might wear / though useless
ten holes where the fingernails were / urgh!
Lost / lungs fill with blood / pepsi-cola seeping into sand
a sepia photo / a photo all fading / smell of kebab shop at four in the morning
a human brain suspended in a tank of blue liquid
one hundred assorted paperback novels
a thousand tins of baked beans / "best eaten by" date long since expired
none of the above
all of the above
Enough
No more
All shall be in the end as it was before