I did my damndest to hold the fort
while the company was away
the screaming savages were the crazy sort
now silent in the sands they lay
They scaled the walls
with killing claws
as I quietly said farewells
The shots I squeezed
in a bloody breeze
till I ran out of shells
Why did we bleed,murder,and die
for an empty piece of land?
It was to carve our doom
upon our tomb
to cry, " I was a Man."
i am really getting into your string of things. Adam,you my friend, remind me of the days and months of how i felt after that accident. wishing you well.
ReplyDeletei hope i'm not churning up anything bad, Bob.
ReplyDeleteFantastic poem, and hear hear for reviving your literary voice. More people should try to do that.
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