Old Wars Spin On

The world of our ancestors keeps rolling around. I watched it on an old globe bought from a pawn shop. The front lines, though faint, led to blood-red delineations. The glob made me dream. I was spreading a map over a wide table I could see minuscule life running forward or retreating. I saw armies charging here and there body parts everywhere. Back in the wide-awake world some old warriors ended up in Florida tanned but terribly wounded they send me pleading letters not to say another word.