Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 12:29 pm |
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Midland Railway Bridge Approach, 2010
Wind carries a hint of aniseed, wild fennel
on the river bank beneath the sycamore -
I hear the legionaires march, iron nails
grate on stone, rattle of uniform
stained to kharki and camouflage,
kevlar and the L129A1
Sharpshooter rifle
where the Midland Railway
left bridges as memories.
In my hand, a Union Flag disposes
my allegiance, newly faked
for the day and the burnished sun
that glimmers off the eagle's wing
and the lorica segmentata.
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