S O L D I E R

- blood red sky

dashed arrows are a thousand-

Is there an option for a soldier

except to kill or be killed?

crows howling fury

roared in the distance

bodies fall hunt

lying

behold, my heart

is a bit of a story, fragile

blister on hot coals

melted crushed sorrow

copper red sky

I take the knif cut to the

enemy of truth

storm spin

rumble shed leaves leaf

dried

:true, my heart is a stone

no apology for the blades

who intend to cut the neck

chop conviction

Agats - Asmat,  Februari 19, 2011