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The Craven War

Contributed by screwge on Monday, 4th August 2008 @ 06:13:41 AM in AEST
Topic: war

Hair on head a fuzzy nettle;
So far he does not concede.
Ignominious bones may settle
Upon the pleas to bleed.
Bombs blast the lofty layer
Of the sky’s maudlin intensity --
And whisper like a soothsayer
Into windows menacingly slitty.
Guns squeeze through to peek
Via the barrels of their girth --
Some bouquets trying sleek,
Their aims clumsy as clocks at birth --
Hands groping for sight, or score,
Of all that is bellicose
To prove the skill and gore
Of long-range fearing close!
He ducks below the clout
Of gunfire raucous with glee
And nurses the wounds without
A venerable remedy.
He laments the lack of gauze,
And abundant shortages
Lay out their heartfelt clause.
He hides behind men like hedges,
Waits to nonbelieve his seeping blood
By way of eye-lined petrol
Endowing sight of reddest flood,
Permitting the take of toll.
And if his homesick pain
Should batter against heart valve,
The need to sit and see his stain
Will make up for any salve!
Men of war have eyes
That scan all without flinch --
And wade through personal demise
Without receding an inch.
And limping with sore heels,
The bravado of those who enroll,
He drops down and kneels
As swiftly as a troll,
Technique passed down from dead
Demigods leaking blue
Instead of contemptible red.
War heroes now icy statue,
He comprehends his beloved her
Who knits so choppily in fear
And dreams without censure --
Of bodily threats like gun or spear.
A silencer has been attached
Somewhere from here to her abode;
A silver lock latched
To preclude the bombs that explode --
Or maybe to contain the zeal
Of her dangerous panicking heart,
Which blurts out in its violent feel
Of a distant rampart.
She is the risk in this final blur
Of shattering the program
To unworthy steps, like signature
No longer relevant to sham.
He bows under bullets, craven,
Smoke-clouds twisting in the sky
Like an iridescent raven --
So exhaustingly high.
Shading the still acrobats
Is this sinister omen,
Sparing parts like bones and hats --
As a sun will vanquish snowmen.

Copyright Â© screwge ... [ 2008-08-04 06:13:41]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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