When the woods are full of the enemy
—start your fire at their backs
(From My Novel—Approaching Storm: June, 2023)
"So how are you today, Hun?"
I always picture myself in terrible armor when I hear this.
The Attila in me wants to run her through with my sword.
I look behind the couch.
Not there.
I look under the couch.
No.
Could it be stuck on something?
I find the sword three days later,
when I'm not in the mood to
even use it.
So what good is it anyway?
Which is why I
have trouble with the
cheapness of bullets.
Give them all the guns
and permits you want,
folks, but each
bullet should cost about
$100,000.
The Attila in me picks up the sword.
Got to go.
who is attila the hun...
no clue never taught
how do you make babies...
we dont god gives us from love
how...
delivered
where..
here
are you dead....
what is death
well do you sin...
what is a sin
what is growth...
growth is the difference
what is difference...
it is the path
whats a path...
a point to another
what is a point...
a billion atoms
what is an atom...
electrons and protons and neutrons
what is an electron...
i forgot
what is forget fullnesss...
remembrance is the brother of forget fullness
what is remembrence....
about love
THE CLASS WAS OVER
Attila the Hun was a kindly old soul
He raped and plundered the land
With the aid of his murderous henchmen all
A truly psychotic man
The kind of man you'd like as a friend
If you love to ransack and pillage
Hitler was another of these murderous souls
Marauding each town and village
Need more of the likes of Benito Mussolini
Such honourable leaders all
But I harken back to Attila the Hun
His exploits leave me enthralled
May seem like I've tumbled over the edge
But I blame it on dear Eileen Ghali
She poked and prodded me into submission
Could no longer dilly and dally
© Jack Ellison 2013
Dedicated to my dear good friend Eileen Ghali!