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Blooding<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n by Rebecca Lowe<\/em><\/p>\n ‘After the first, it becomes easier,’ At school they taught you how ‘After your first, it becomes easier’, One day, you will run The image above is <\/em>Walter Wolfgang’s Banner, by David Hugh Lockett<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Blooding by Rebecca Lowe ‘After the first, it becomes easier,’The cold, wild-eyed stare of the deer,A crazy fish-eye lens looking backwardsthrough terror – you shiver,You are only…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":589,"featured_media":13825,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13827","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13827","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/589"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13827"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13827\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/13825"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13827"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13827"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13827"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
The cold, wild-eyed stare of the deer,
A crazy fish-eye lens looking backwards
through terror – you shiver,
You are only twelve years old
and know what’s coming,
You’ve seen it before,
A fistful of blood on your face,
Still warm, from the dead beast,
The violence of your father’s pride,
You smile, trying not to retch –
A rite of passage –<\/p>\n
to stand in line – no flaws,
No questions, no insubordination,
To stand up straight, as the
Inspecting Sergeant hurled
Insult after insult,
To stand up straight,
And never to cry.<\/p>\n
Easier to stand on the side
of the strong, and so you become
the hunter, not the quarry,
Learn to inflict pain
quickly and humanely,
Learn to look away,
And never catch
Another’s eye –
A rite of passage –<\/p>\n
A company,
A city, a country –
You will learn to push buttons,
You will learn to issue orders,
You will learn to look away –
A rite of passage –
And learn to ignore
Any sense of horror
or revulsion, or fear,
That after the first,
Tenth, hundredth, thousandth,
It has become easy,
Oh yes, it has become
All too frighteningly easy.<\/p>\n