at a loss for splendid
insurgency
mindful of palpitant
rebellion
in need of irreverent
windows
hiding within linguistic
shadows
paused
poised
against the brumous lip
of the splintered edge
indecision
indecipherable
in the sunlit corner
near the ethereal sedge
enemy children in rented halos
taciturn god splayed away from me
what am I to do
to say
to be
without peace I beg for murder
left to the decedent beast
left to the solicitous dreams
blood and life
rest and strife
my face in the mirror
Robert Combs
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-65/
