This poem is taken from Stand 224, 17(4) December 2019 - February 2020.

Jake Morris-Campbell Four Poems
Operation Square Leg

    ‘Are we living in a land  Where sex and horror are the
    new Gods?’ — Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Two Tribes

Some place in Soviet Russia, a Commander
sets down his lunch-break tea,
selects the next slide on his inventory:
Port of Tyne, South Shields.

With a cartographer’s grace, he plots
a diagrammatic map of strategic targets:
munitions lines at Scotswood,
steelworks in Consett, the slake at Jarra.

Higher up the command chain,
over salvers of mackerel and stuffed olives,
Generals signal the go-ahead
and a domino of procedures fall.

My parents are disco-dancing in Rupert’s
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