"Remembering Old Wars."
What time doth together.
When each night fell, we lay down in the smell of decay
and slept, our bodies leaking limp as the dead breathing that
smell all night.
Then light prodded us awake and adversity
flooded up from inside us as we labored upright once more
to face the hell of circumstance and so on, without hope
of change or peace.
Each dawn like lovers recollecting their purpose,
we would renew each other with a savage smile.