The lesson of battle how it sounds to children

A fable collapsed coughing over his kneecaps
bent up like a soldier. His ghost heard Taps
played soft through the softer turn
of battered blind shrapneled worms.
The ground exploded underneath a party’s line
gathered around a man maligned
by the parentage of his head grown along
a tune of oily-teethed devils good at song.
That’s what he thinks did him in,
the old anthems kept young and thin
rather than hold up their years
from a further clap in younger ears.


~ by Jeremy on December 25, 2010.

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