12 Oct Uniform Two
by Hannah Lee (12A1)
Not that a man knew what most did – but the fact that it was he,
was enough to roll his eyes heavenward and fail to self-destruct.
Cracks appear in a peripheral sight
Although too high, airborne
And engaged, because as a son of a nation condemned to go mad
(Insanity), it was a duty
To live and to die. Time was up.
Capture the soil with cameras the size of your bombs,
A soil that poisons and strangles her enemies and tears tear vessels of
Steel, paper, blood.
Down and down, two and tumbles like a babe at the start –
Power is bitter, subjective; you are like that,
When bound sour in a basement somewhere in east. Weapon of war;
Ceased to exist by whatever remaining conscious is left.
Let me sleep
We heard cry and yell and pound and all frustration
But I suppose deaf to it and not a care, they kept
Like milk – when turns bitter, let it go
And free released into a curdled world, just
The poem tells the story of Francis Gary Powers, a cold war reconnaissance pilot,
who was shot down when he flew into Soviet airspace in 1960. Powers endured close
to two years of two years of psychological torture within a Soviet prison after it
was discovered he had acquired photographic evidence of Secret Russian military
bases. In 1962, he was released back to the United States, in return for Soviet
double agent Rudolf Abel. His story later became one of the most famous of the
cold war, and was later turned into a film, Bridge of Spies.