Poetry

We are beaten warriors,
shackles bind us to our defeat.
Singing legendary chants, we cry out on our knees.

Cries of terror echo in my ears,
animals wander around the battlefield, sound of gunshots emerge.
We breathe dirt in prayer that our leader will bring victory.

Sacrifice imprints crosses in the dirt,
I swear in oath to fight until the end.

If the women
I go to work with,
and in the car pool
 
travel home with,
if they can wrap themselves
the way they do,
 
then I suggest that you,
if only to protect us, dear,
then I suggest that you
 
wear one of these
those evenings
we are idle.

Officer Burks brings Max
the Bloodhound
into the alley
and Max immediately
strains at his leash.
He's onto the scent
of a killer.