Listening in

If war is the truth then
‘anthem to a doomed youth’
is the new religion.
Poetry becomes a fact
and not a fiction,
put your teeth in grandad
it’s not all bad,
you still get a pension
your friends all
a plot
of land
lay in
which became
the new holiday home
that they will stay in
for all eternity.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.