Excerpts from the Great Victory

Sometimes the victory is more loss than gain.

We were there in the bearing, 

Seedy victories surrounding the noises of cheer.

If we thought that inebriation was the answer 

We might be saluting our own drunkenness.

The story was different. 

All eyes grew empty; the vacuum sucked them dry. 

The moment knew only disrespect. 

Finally the total circumstances felt like torn shattered glass. 

The dream’s nightmare stared down our souls.