The soldier
tight like wire
on my right
has metal bones
that rattle
in this thin air.
He is brilliant
in the moon,
a quiet, unsettling
sight.
These moments
are meant
for the darker
cupboards of
our kitchen
where we
are not fragments
but a whole,
faceless and wide.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
You're alright glenn.
...finest compliment that I have ever received.
Post a Comment