escaped from peace
to find shelter
resting easy
now that war
is back
no matter
who decided it
just the wind
on my skin
my soldiers
carry sticks
like scythes
to bring you
back to reality
dismembered egos
brought the morgue
outdoors
hunting spree
fox holes on adderall
zinc fences with
the peep holes
war is
Like word play
mine is graffiti
a recounted sermon
words spray
my congregation
worships no amen
only the pen
so don’t
ask the preacher
how he’s feeling
he’s for the people
