War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

lazarus (17)

I met Lazarus on the road
the road to war, his eyes
scored, X X

somewhere, somehow
fallen history, a legacy,
shitshow of broken woods

then broken Lazarus,
his rifle ear dead, kissed me,
stood sentry over me

while I slept.

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