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AN EASIER WAY

Must be an easier way
to earn a living
grinned the officer,
the monsoon welter
dripping off
the end of his nose
in rivulets,
punctuating his moment
of philosophy.

Must be an easier way
to earn a buck
laughed the sergeant,
the saturation
of inner exhaustion
reflected exactly
in the muddy pools
of water
by our boots.

We could have been
public servants
smiled the corporal,
safe in the womb
of dismal Wellington,
with lily white hands
lusting after
the warm dry bottoms
of the typing pool.

Organising rules
and regulations,
strangling the after-birth
of actual truth
in order to rip off,
make expendable
our remnants,
in the national interest,
of course.

After all, joked the private,
we are part of
the throw-away society,
and when we're spent
we'll have democracy,
justice and freedom
as bed mates,
on the slag heaps
of history.

John A. Moller
Whiskey Two Company RNZIR

 

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