Deployed to the void

May each draftee see glory be.

Deployed to the void

It’s clear the barren days are birthed.

The dish is drained. Now rocks the earth.

An open call counts all employed.

By value is the void destroyed.

No longer may the ranks recite:

“Say, mum’s the word. Our lips are tight.”

Depleted dark may be annoyed.

By value is the void destroyed.

Ring out the call. Assemble ranks.

Take shield and sword. Fill out the flanks.

‘Tis no time to be paranoid.

By value is the void destroyed.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

ABC Wednesday: “mum”

Daily Post: “value”

Meme Express: “glory be”

OctPoWriMo: “the void” with “depleted,” “clear,” “barren,” “drained,” and “open” (Kyrielle poem)
Write 31 Days: 31 posts 

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Graphic created by this user, adapting public domain art.

Image/s:

Girl’s Portrait (Thinker, Contemplation)

By Erzsebet Korb

C1923

Vintage/public domain image

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