the war that raged
Friday, November 3rd, 2006the war that raged
by john o’brien, jr.
My Lonely prison walls,
I put them up myself
but when I look behind me
I see only open spaces, broad green fields
of France
I read your lips
for your voice is too soft,
too musical
to distinguish the high notes
ringing
the porcupine disagrees
and the cloths of heaven tread upon my dreams
Did you hear the epic tale
of […]