Hi Arthur,
A very rich piece. In someways verging on overdone eg "an insanity of riven
meat" very Tolkein but overblown for the poem, which I like by the way. The
first line worries me a bit. Could it be a tautology if you said you grew up
one day in November? A powerful poem, it just needs a little objective
looking at.
bw
James
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>Subject: New sub:November1952
>Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 13:14:53 -0000
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> November 1952.
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> I grew up one wet afternoon in November
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> when a Canberra fell out of the sky.
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> A huge pock in the quag,
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> a morass strewn with the debris of my youth.
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>Word was they had enough for three,
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>boot and spade were to give decent burial
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> to whatever else was found.
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>Circle of dumbfounded boys,
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>senses bludgeoned dull,
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>somnambulated through slough towards the pit;
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>blade of broken wing a ragged cenotaph.
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>We buried jewels of fillet
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> that glittered in the muddy shambles;
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>moved through an insanity of riven meat;
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>wondered at the skin from a flayed arm,
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> lissome pale snake, hung from a spar,
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> each hair adorned with its pendant of kerosene,
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> loosed, it slithered, slick as an eel, into deep pool, gone.
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> The flesh-plugged radio was interred beside a bush.
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> The helmeted head rushed away
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> just to make sure they had enough for three.
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> Carrion favoured the field for days afterwards.
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>Fifty years have swilled my wellingtons clean
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> and still there are bits
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bw
James
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