Weeds grow where they want to; not where they're told to...


Tracey Currall

This is a haunting examination of soldiers and soldiering and the damage that war can inflict on young minds.  The poet served in the Falklands Conflict in 1982 and has spent the last twenty-five years trying to adjust to civilian life and recover from Post -Traumatic Stress Disorder.  His journey has taken him from a world of alcoholism and violence to become an inspiring and innovative teacher of Creative Writing. This collection of poems is a MUST, not only for anyone who has seen combat, but also for those who have suffered or supported loved ones. Anti-war poetry such as this has not been surpassed by another veteran of war, since Wilfred Owen.




     Picture this…


     Cursed troops trudge

     through hackneyed words

     signifying loss of nationhood


     engorged anaesthetic filled penis

     a chunk missing from the end bell

     signifies loss of manhood


     squirting stumps from

     above and below knee

     signify loss of life-hood


     a priori poetry

     depletes your aim



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