Aintree

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Tzara
Tzara
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British censorship was mainly based in Aintree (near Liverpool)
with nearly 20 other censor stations around the country.
—Wikipedia: "Postal censorship"

She sits in Aintree, far from the Front,
At her tinny metal desk
And works for Country, King, and God.

Each soldier's letter, read with care,
With pencil is precisely cut,
To leave it very little blood.

Redacted, sterilised, it's sent
On to the soldier's love at home
Who's moved by words that have been left,

Like "a" and "an" and "the."


Tzara
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Bill DadaBill Dadaover 14 years ago
^

I am moved...by words like "a", "an" and "the" and a few others. Very nice.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 15 years ago
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clever, Tz, good to read you again.

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellover 15 years ago
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Deep insight into what the common man had to contend with on top of everything else in troubled times

miss_trustmiss_trustover 15 years ago
this is

beautiful and cutting in this reader's opinion. Poignant, concise - with no space wasted - and meaningful.

AnonymousAnonymousover 15 years ago
Excellent

Love the piece's rhythm and the sharp, concise language. No word is wasted. Very poignant and touching, well-executed as always.

Vd

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