They surrendered in fevered desperation. The common traits of heroism lost on their vulgar display of so called courage Defeated by their grotesque, undetermined quest, leaving behind a small sentiment of sober indignation the splendid spoils of an articulate battle fought without reason left behind as dust they are left jaded an odd ending to a terrifying beginning
I see a group of Union soldiers destroying a large plantation in George, a group of rowdy angry, stinking, sweating soldiers that was part of Sherman's Fire Snake splitting a Rebel Army to the Atlantic.
So called men of honer, a house, nothing but women and a few tired old slaves, hoping for liberation. Witnessing Cruelty, barbarism, all with faded blue uniforms.
Brilliant work to spark a vision, and this was only one, think of the countless images your work inspired.
The frightning thing is that this poem speaks the truth as well as written out without flaws. You've described how to best things can combined life and death. The way you word the sentences was a delight for me to read.
I like the strength and description in your words. Heroism and fear can walk hand in hand. Sometime desperation men do great thing or terrible things too. Great thoughts create by the excellent poem.
Coyote
This is so true... This is exactly what life is... this poem is divine. "The grotesque, undetermined quest" is the meaning of life. The battle fought without reason... that's living. until we are "left behind as dust", or until we die. I love how you say so much with so little. Impressive.
An odd ending to a terrifying beginning? Love that. It reminds me of the song can't stand me now by the libertines, only in reverse. You certainly have a knack for the use of language. Your words are always so thought provoking
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