(Post 82)

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Date: 14 November 2002 23:00:00

The elbows of war are padded for battle,
the cardigans of truth buttoned against the winds of falsehood;
the balaclava that your mother knitted you for Christmas
cpvers your head like the hand of God -
if the hand of God was grey and woolly
and had a bobble on the top.

Oh, hands that brought forth sweets
from the pick'n'mix counter at Woolworths!
Oh, arms that pushed shopping trolleys
into the canal!
Come forth, come forth! To battle go!
Against the damned foe!