..the randomness: it could have been any soldier,
just as found, crossing the road near the barracks
as they hunted in their Vauxhall Tigra;
the futility: his death, their failed martyrdoms;
the iconography: his bearded murderers brandishing
their weapons, issuing statements for the media,
going viral – like his photo in dress uniform;
the kindness: from strangers in that terrible street;
the bandwagoning, the cant,
the high-horseing, the rabble-rousing:
variously from face-bookers, police,
politicians, tabloids, tweeters;
the closure: military funeral, life sentences, memorials;
the grief: a widow, a son, families…
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By David Selzer
