Tag: war
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The Unplanned Sun
You can have ties that bind Or goodbyes all the time; Robert Graves’ sand-drawn line. In my mind Her licked thumb perfecting my patina Gina tying my tie before I went out with a Pope-due fuss Someone mutters to instant hush Candles on guttering-cusp widen like o’erfed childs Sound-roused, back to the line Having been…
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Violence of cavalry charge
Come to drain the boils of rancid cancer The needle wielding horsemen handsome Lancers on panting horses Coming down a painted mountain Like a flood coming to drown them On the backs of sweating four legged panzers Black breathy sweating panthers, lathered flanks like tough leather Sinewy legs, much rider and ridden faced together One…