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good soldier

By

Augustus Owlyce

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good soldier

Every cell learned rank.
Fear became my spine.
Peace sounded like footsteps.
Even now, the kettle hissing
feels like an order.
Some days I remember
how to be a good soldier.
Some days I practice disobedience
and call it breathing.

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Augustus Owlyce
Augustus Owlyce is a South African–born poet living in New York City. His poetry examines voice, silence, belonging, and the long afterlife of trauma in the body. Poems from different collections are forthcoming in Stanzas Poetry Magazine. He is the author of several poetry collections.  

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