Remembering

Your saying silence like a mute bird
flapping it's wings, and you on your
triumph red victory horse that is a bed whose
teeth are the broken bayonets dropped by
patriots of love and virtue, who
kissed long and long and deep before the war,
who held hands for no longer than it took to
let go for accepting the fate of boys who
go to their fathers' battles to make
graves of beautiful babies
Whose blood should just as well be oil,
and we with laughtercry hysterical,
wash our hands,
eat our supper,
lay down by our children,
pray god, pray him hard like
throwing letters at wind wishing
for a

boy to win

wishing for a what?
a dreamless sleep or more the truth a
guiltless peace for once for once there
was a time when black became white with
no greys between

fight or flee or three eyes remembering a
dharma of sleep