War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

sniper lesson (2)

I watch,
study, scythe int,
gather fists of wheat
pattern of life sheaves,
clear, clear the sights
thermal recall the night
of incoming brutal
the year brutal of incoming
it ripped grain from rot,
and I recall assault, the rusty scythe,
my life grain separated, stalks left to waste,
breathe, exhale, breathe
listen, the master teaches, he teaches me,
hold still Suzanne, hold steady.

1 Comment (Closed)

nancy Wilson

Brutal is right. To what degree? Believe it or not, some if not all, at some point, are shocked, saddened, frightened. Life’s a bitch. I’ll remember to breathe.

Jul 01 2010 · 14:54

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