Why Hurt?
This is not a poem. This is me letting out how I feel about things in this world.
Combat struggle conflict war endless
Draw the string across the bow music to ears
The striking of a drum in the jungle
The cries of a lost child
Into oblivion
now
Swords will rear empty space pierced by
light across the expanse a mirror upon mirror eternal
An afterimage of the night, a soul ripped from its flesh
the beating heart the jungle drum
that rattle of gunfire
that refuses denial
BECAUSE MAN
WILL BE
victorious.
A touch of death no different
from a touch of peace.
now
