Peace March
I used to be a foot soldier in my own civil war.
I used to be both a cannon and its fodder.
It took a lot of killing to bury that old self,
still, on occasions, it struggles to escape
an old war grave,
its blood-soaked hands reaching upwards
to seek out this more tranquil veteran
I have become.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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