A Homogeneous Sky
I wore a blue uniform once, guarded red tractors
from midnight till dawn, I had wanted a green
uniform, as the German police officers wear, but
a tractor went missing and I was dismissed.
It would have been much more fun if the British
police had worn, say, burgundy uniforms, that
would have made them less grim now that they
can arrest anyone on the suspicion of terrorism,
The khaki is a practical colour too for uniforms,
look at the US soldiers in Iraq, alien sand dunes
amongst the striped pajamas dressed multitude;
and they even went and won the war for Iran.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
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