Poetics of War

The battle cry was quick, lust well-tempered,

every line measured to test, to scan

the other's foot, iambic or trochaic? Word

for word parried, rhyme for rhyme. Alliteration

aligned assonance confronted crude consonance;

cold couplets stanza after stanza bled

into gaping maw of mirthless expanse:

no mercy shown no quarter given for the dead

notion of an unfreed verse.

Die, die, died they did,

these untamed souls--

homer, virgil, will and bills,

robs and bobs, Lords, Ladies,

saints and sinners--Laureates

of life consumed in fever for--

the noblest of notions--

heart and mind in tandem

should rule upon unfettered throne.

Ken e Bujold

© 2022

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

you are obviously much more acquainted with the many aspects of poetry and of the many who contribute
enjoyed the sophistication of this

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks for stopping by Dave, glad you enjoyed. And hope alls well on the left side. Was just there on Vac, but swear we didnt break it