STATELY

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2003 Poetry

in a stately cog

a honcho making earmarks

fine stance

weighing scruples

of two disparate thoughts--

to pull the trigger or

indulge in proselyte



lifeless bodies

ignite more ire

although disinclined

firing back is but

an instinctive reply



the land where green grasses

stand is reek of

nameless carcasses

what choices do you

think he have?



now a verdant is in

the billet of veterans

no light to buoy his

already worried eyes

in a combat zone

discretion writhes

when a bullet passes you by

or have claimed a life beside

one's left with no choice

but to return the fire

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