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Conscription (Free verse) by Caducus
Long after falling He is found, On fields of fastened limbs. In one eager hand A finger curled on bent steel Keen to take life. In the other hand A Mother rolled Desperation eviscerated her In to rips, from the last embrace. The un-immaculate life Now Immaculate. His top pocket checked For a letter or trinket This time a letter Written in capitals Charred at the end Pristine at the start. Back home, In a street of drawn curtains The telegram boy arrives Recently conscripted To deliver the dearly departed In dreadful clatters, Where sons fall once again But this time fall softly Like the words whispered before he left 'See ya soon Mam'.

Up the ladder: Stuffy
Down the ladder: The man of steel

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.818182
Weighted score: 6.409091
Overall Rank: 762
Posted: June 14, 2004 2:26 PM PDT; Last modified: June 16, 2004 12:15 PM PDT
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[n/a] god'swife @ 4.232.69.69 | 14-Jun-04/8:35 PM | Reply
Great title, but you fall into the abyss at the 3rd line. It's a nice idea, how is it you always put to much sauce on the biscuits?
[n/a] god'swife @ 4.232.177.32 | 21-Jun-04/7:19 PM | Reply
S3 lines 1-5(maybe 6)are good. The rest is not. You're writing doesn't follow any kind of comprehensible path. Except those 6 lines I mentioned.
[n/a] Caducus @ 81.130.200.189 > god'swife | 1-Nov-04/5:23 AM | Reply
Okay GW I will explain but am surprised you never got this because as metaphors go they're not too challenging.

Mother rolled : photo in his hand
desperation eviscerated her into rips from the last embrace: the charge, the fear and adrenalin making him squeeze on to the photo in comfort thus ripping her.

the unimmaculate life, now immaculate: from a working class man in rags to a soldier, a hero, immortalized and immaculate, memorable not forgetable.

top pockets cheacked for a letter or trinket: as was the case in battlefields those with a home address were contacted so telegrams could be sent quicker.

the letter written in capitals: a reference to his age (14) shows his immaturity. Lord Litcheners recruitment of soldiers under the conscription age was a well known controversy, he sent marshals to intimidate any young man walking a street in england laden them with guilt and almost forced to sign, ignoring the age.

charred at the end pristine at the start : letter burning in the battlefield also synonymous with his life. As a child pristine as a soldier charred -dead. As a man ...it never happened his life was cut short.

The end stanza is self explanatory.

Why did you think this one in particular is incomprehensible?
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