Changing of the Guard
Changing of the Guard
Action Man taught me
that fascists wear the coolest clothes.
With his eagle-eye for fitted trench coats,
a sleek, peaked officer’s cap
emblemed with a silver skull,
and a well-turned heel
on a jackboot,
he was the best-dressed baddie
in the toy trunk.
Forty years on,
and I wonder what he’s wearing now?
(We all grow tired of war)
I imagine:
a smart blue suit,
a long, long red tie,
and his cap now fit for baseball
rather than the trenches.
(Hugo Boss would not be pleased)
He has traded his Mauser for a cell phone.
It still does the same thing.
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