All the band-aids used
sutures and stitches sewed
bandages and crutches too
blood and tears, that flowed
Massive the damage done
in the battle’s aftermath
not to some, or just one
buildings crumbled on the path
We’ll drag our dead and wounded
from the rubble and decay
rescue those who’re stranded
or couldn’t run away
Everybody knows the expense
of poets gone too war
words fired in offense/defense
in the end, wondering
what for?
We all know again will be.
the volleys and barrage.
words and lines, you and me.
prose reloaded awaiting the call
to charge.
Problem with prose, is, I was texting my boyfriend and lapsed into metaphors until it was too good to let lie, and I struggled to put it properly in a sonnet….cuz prose tricked out in metaphors only needs rhyme to establish it securely as poetry in truth.
I know that feeling too Jenny! It’s the fitting it right in aftermath that’s hard 🙂
I like the title, lost in the stanzas which followed, fumbling over the political drama which never loses steam this many months or years into the presidency, the children only hitching up their sagging diapers with howls of “impeach!” since smashing Starbucks windows didn’t effect aught, I thought mebbe your title was a metaphor until the final stanza corrected me.
When we lose ourselves under the influence of a temper, the lack of officers of the law coming to clean up the mess and issue citations does not negate the damage done.
Or you can correct me.
You are way to deep for me Jenny 😉 LOL
But, that is the problem with any poem, point of reference of the poet, that would be a good addition here, a preface of even a notes section, where some content can be explained or at least a point of reference! TY!