Let's talk of stuff and powder, dry but
explosive when all comes to a heard,
when you least expect an outburst or noise -
settling on the skin, darkened by the battle,
soon to be over, or not for the tackle box.
Let's see how you aim, and then we'll see
about revolutions, and skirmishes, tested
as though you could swim underwater for
hours and hours, to extenuate the scuba
gear made for another round.
It's the marksman in me that says you can
do battle, or take another swing, but quicky
for sure are the paces, the paces, that take
us far enough, a broad jump, then take aim,
and look, and wait, or no, and soon be dead,
Welcome to the poetry web site of Larry Ingram. Larry is a poet, writer and observer of our culture.