Brothers

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Brothers


The butcher knows that war is all hell
which is what I don't know the anger inside
amorphous and best doling out invisible curse
mumbling at a petty breach or social lapse

I do not know how to splinter a man's head off,
nor the glory spitting the preliminaries
to a girl who doesn't know my tongue
she'll never have child once I'm through
and just let her lie there bleeding
and that there's never a reason

reason having nil to do with it
just the joy of carving,
just the joy of thanksgiving back at camp,
whole and better.

Trulyfool

Posted over on his site Light at the End of the Tether
Listed as #71 over on Magpie Tales 58