skull beneath the skin
Jun 25, 2009
patrol, “Spin Boldak/Wainwrightistan” June 2009/smsteele
Soldier, you lead me through “Spin”,
your arcs, left to right, left to right,
the skull tattoo’ed beneath your skin
peering from your open sleeve
can it, will it, does it
really cover me
with your invisible shield
of faith
that I might not be the chosen
one
picked like a pomegranate seed
red, ripe
bleeding, singular, a meaningless prize,
the crows caw cawing, fighting
from high in the razor-rock hills,
over the next row to be picked
from white, tender flesh,
the next round unborn fruit
to die.
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