Spring

Spring ! The clip shot out: Empty now of rounds and clout Waiting for the next, for Me to load the killing rounds, The equalizers, bullets shot Through steel Spring! I sit in mud and Dream of spring, that Soother, that fragrant mist That speeds through gardens Flowers and young boys Chests and brains Spring! But rest your pretty head Those who seek to rule by Jest and paltry death: not steal our heavenly flowers Pulled from scented gardens Breath. Return your combats and Fatigues to roses spread About your knees and Love that’s true, upon the Stones that writ the soldier’s Caveat. “Think not of gold or frosty Frown but how the spring rose Wears its crown”