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”
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