Power and Conflict 💥 Flashcards
The Prelude
There hung a darkness call it solitude.
An act of stealth and troubled pleasure.
The horizons bound a huge peak black and huge.
My last duchess
There she stands as if alive. Will’t please you rise?
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me
That piece a wonder now
Kamikaze
Dark shoals of fish flashing silver.
They treated him as though he no longer existed.
Was no longer the father we loved.
The Emigree
My original view, the bright filled paperweight.
It may be at war it may be sick with tyrants.
That child’s vocab I carried here like a hollow doll.
Remains
Dug in behind enemy lines.
His bloody life in my bloody hands.
I see every round as it rips through his life
Poppies
I listened hoping to hear your playground voice on the wind
blackthorns of your hair
released a songbird from its cage
Exposure
Our brains ache in the merciless iced east winds that knive us.
Like twitching agonies of men along it’s brambles
Slowly our ghosts drag home
But nothing happens
Checking out me history
Bandage up me eye with me own history
I carving out me identity
But dem never tell me bout Mary Seacole
Tissue
If buildings were paper I might feel their drift
Pages smoothed and stroked and turned
An architect could use all this
Bayonet Charge
Storm on the island
Spits like a tame cat turned savage
Strange it is a huge nothing we fear
Nor are there trees which might prove company
Charge of the light brigade
Flash’d all their sabres bare
Plunged in the battery smoke
Theirs not to reason why theirs but to do and die
War Photographer
In his dark room he is finally alone
Which did not tremble then though seem to now
A half-formed ghost
The readers eyeballs prick with tears
Ozymandias
Round the decay of that collateral wreck boundless and bare
Half sunk a shattered visage lies
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
London
Every black’ning church appalls
mind forged manacles
the hapless soldier sigh
