You use your hands as weapons Your words of anger wrapped around them like thorns They come together and threaten Men who have faced you, have wives that spend their days in mourn Your ears beat the sounds of war Your eyes seek the threat of death Your arms quiver with rancor Your jaw is fixed, measuring each breath Your body has become a totem of war When I hold you close my chest My body only screams for more Even though, I am in the presence of death You, o’ man of war How I love all that you are
The narrator of this poem is very interesting. The emotions are strong and intricately heartfelt-very nice! I also like the comparison of anger to thorns. Very clever!
This is interesting. I haven't figured out who you are but you love the respect and the fear the Man of War receives. I think you need a "to" between close and my in the 10th line. A good write Jerome.