A war-themed poem published by Every Day Poets on January 15, 2012.
|In battle, you
catch a breath in a cloud of dust
you run toward fear
you find a bullet in a basket
and then you come home
and watch movies and
and pretend you understand what it was all about.
to hold a life in your fingers–
it feels like
cotton candy, like a wisp of cloud,
it feels like something weak for the wind, stolen by a breeze.
their lives were their own, and I stole them,
I bagged them up, I counted them.
I gave Prometheus back his fire.
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