Cold Front

Cold Front

you know when you were digging
ditches with your hands
your hands blistered suns
your lips camels with two humps
did you ever imagine
the parade would end in
a bonfire of stupidity
how could you
your eyes torn
from their sockets like
apricots ripe on the tree
bees lapping beads of
sugar at the stem
how could you
laughing your tongue
into your lungs
a sea slug on the
ocean floor
unable to scream through
fathoms and currents
how could you
your mind a
dark cloud
no place to hide from the
rain of soldiers’ bodies


Randolph Nesbitt

Posted over on Poets Against The War