Christopher Roe’s most recent poem to appear here was Mirrored (November 2012).
Undercover Poet
By Christopher Roe
Everyday I go
out
among the armies
of uniform sameness
as they do battle
with their indifference
under a flag of
surrender.
In their need to be different
they manage to all be the
same
because
every army has its uniform
that they wear in their
need
for acceptance they crusade
under the weight of the cross
they must bear
as they go marching out of step
to the mythological drum
of their carbon-copy
dreams.
The different armies don’t wage war
between each other
being too busy battling
their own inner
demons.
While they go by
different names their
credos are all the same
and they salute me
as a brother
when I am, in fact,
a spy.
out
among the armies
of uniform sameness
as they do battle
with their indifference
under a flag of
surrender.
In their need to be different
they manage to all be the
same
because
every army has its uniform
that they wear in their
need
for acceptance they crusade
under the weight of the cross
they must bear
as they go marching out of step
to the mythological drum
of their carbon-copy
dreams.
The different armies don’t wage war
between each other
being too busy battling
their own inner
demons.
While they go by
different names their
credos are all the same
and they salute me
as a brother
when I am, in fact,
a spy.
So true. Loved the ending.