The Spoils

All is fair.

If blue-eyed lions come
to steal our prey and crush our skulls
between their dripping teeth, 
we will hold our arms out to our sides,
The Redeemers, standing on mountaintop
over the streets of Rio de Janiero,
and we will vow to never be afraid again.
 
If the angry thunder Gods look down on us,
if tornadoes claw at our dirty robes
and steal the roofs from our adobe huts,
we will curse at the winds
feel the nettle stings of cold rain
on our faces without flinching
and we will vow to never be afraid again.
 
If we find our clothing soaked in acid rain,
the nine year old napalm soldiers
holding roman candles in our teeth,
we will watch our skin curl off in strips
like spiraled birthday ribbons, our blood
will be stones tumbling over our eyelashes
and we will vow to never be afraid again. 

Reviews

[Megan]

I love the wording you use for this, it made me think of something mighty
I love the line "nine year old napalm soldiers" because it makes me think of how easily, and how so many, children lose their innocence and how sometimes it can't be helped. To me it seems as if you're making man sound fearless, as if they rise to the occasion and do what they need to survive :) great job! I can't wait to read more