Something old I dug up, wrote this last year.
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The days be weary
and greys be my companion
I have seen the sun
arched high in the sky
the call of my brothers
echo in the death and life
which the desert calls
the song of misery.
I have eaten dust
kicked by a tango of bullets
I have dreamt of you
while the smoke of flares
covered me like a veil.
Do you ever think
that I might see you
again?
Today we launched at 0600
the stars above Arabia
winked at me.
I entered the mosaic portal
and I hefted my mistress.
She gleamed and glistened
I could almost listen
to her sweet clicks.
But something laid me
down to the sweet earth
and I saw a daffodil
beside me.
It glimmered and I shook.
I reached for you
our son, our future.
The grey cleared
I stand here,
clad in peace.
This is my prize
my sweet reward.
