Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Holding Ground

I leave town on a thin scar
In search of a good vein

To snake around the marsh land
On riddled higher ground  

canopy shredded in silent
blinding fusillades

that drive back the implacable night
under the strictest orders

to hold my ground
at any cost

blithely unaware
hostilities have ceased

surrender negotiated
in the lead up to battle

maintaining this position
awaiting my new orders

rehearsing the secret password
the relief column sure to appear.


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