The War
Lunching on the sidewalk one day
Glancing around me, taking in women
wondering how they pay
for the sharp smell of cinnamon
in my mug, stand calm against the siege
mixing my tea with lemon
even as I pledge
this bright sharp opal
defended like an egg
supporting everyone in the local
chapter, but who does it help
only a few become mobile
most become whelps
most doomed to fail
all fight the same war in hell.
