Man of the Year and the Martyr’s Choir

 

‘how are you today?

AT EASE SIR?

in old sage green and trumpet gold

look what’s square and weighed,

the sash of candour

on your shoulder!

 

man of the year

who lubes his glass with children’s blood

and turns his face

away –

from mothers!

 

man of the year

who wills the soft

tuxedo

 starched,

since honour dined

beyond the child

who won’t grow older;

 

but ghosts yet rise

and will as one

the martyr’s choir,

sings the songs

you’ll never hear

 

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For fourteen-year-old Pan Ei Phyu and all the children and innocents slaughtered in Myanmar

 

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