I’m a case
of reverse conscription,
told there was nothing
to fight. My head
aches from all the times
I’ve had to turn it
fast enough to convince myself
that the flesh and sinew at my feet
weren’t torn from me just now.
False peace diminished
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heart and spirit,
but honest war mended
but honest war mended
bits I thought were gone forever.
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Song Choice: Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting by Elton John
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem is linked to Poets and Storytellers United's Friday Writings Prompt, War and Peace.
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