Prescribed to scribble
Pared-down etchings
Destined to explode into ...

Dangerous fragments of fletched shrapnel,
Hewn & barbed to assume the posture of words
- them there bits of con-handed Art -
Damned & Demented o'��er banks to vault
in a rush to staunch the blood-letting!

But instead a grave voice proclaims
"Scalpel please!"��
And too shy to make ayes a meek tongue beseeches
"��By Jesus man, 'tis leeches be needed!"��
But the hand-over takes place nonetheless.

And the Poppies?
Aye, o'��er time they too will turn to landfill
Where trees will grow for pulp
And every then & now a Politician will make salute
As the bugle calls.

And The Parchment?
Aye, o'��er time it too will assume a tie-dyed patina
Drenched in the sagas of the UN-named
Warriors prescribed to scribble
Pared-down etchings
Destined to explode into
Dangerous fragments of fletched shrapnel


ps: Dedicated to all the Children, Women & Men of peace & the battle-weary. I make no claim for I-self (or against anyone) save for being the instrument through which the above has been rendered as an original work.

Great write...

Sorry..double post..

The deception of peace through battle, the bleeding of "world" consciousness, the untold stories of those unnamed warriors expertly camouflaged with the blinding magnificence of the poppy fields...Exceptional write Dreadaye!...

Thank you both Ainjel & Leigh2154 for your appreciative feedback.

Regards always

Dreadaye

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Excellent write...