Janus looked passively,
beyond the open doors,
to see the panoply.
Eager, snorting horses.
The gleam of eagles.
The going of restless steel.
The coming of remorseless strife.
Again.
Was closure ever really your intent,
or just a two-faced nod to war-won triumph ?
Knowing we were too unfit
to cross your sacred boundary into peace,
you proffered a departure gate
where we await the boarding call
for the final flight.
John Walter Taylor
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23 November 2024
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