friendly fire

gun weeps bullets
like frost and
sympathy...

 

tea-leaves choke
the space between
the soldiers--
water molecules
pressed beneath
transcendence.

 

while outside,
in the cold of
night:

 

falling
are the bodies
caught in the friendly
fires of dawn.

Reviews

[Lori]

Fascinating poem packed with brilliant images. The ending is so unexpected, but works perfectly. This is truly one of the most perfect poems I've read here. I wouldn't change a thing!