March 3, 2020Poem
Bring me back
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Bring me back
From the brink
Find a way
To remove the curse
Of surrender
When the sky darkens
Try to remember
The earth is still turning
The sun still burning
Bring me back
In a body bag
From the front line
In a muddied field
Where dead men lie
Long past December
In a world at war
They said would be over
Bring me back
From the dark side
Of another world
Where the devil
Lives on the
Precious blood
Of children
Caught in the backdraft
Of a machine
Designed to ignore them
As a distraction
When the business
Of destruction
Is discreet
As nameless as
A blood red rose
That smells so sweet
Barbed in wire
As on a dining table
Am I a fool to believe
Thorns are designed
To deny me an opportunity
To deadhead
The monster within
Bring me back
Set me free.