A reprint from August 15th of 2011.
Rowdy-dow 8/15
Late at night the rain
against the leaves
soft foam sound
Amongst them the drum beats
far off and then the light of fire
When eyes are closed
and the cool air swirls
about your naked chest
There is the sense that this
eternal war will cease in our lifetimes
That the endless glow
of sword on breastbone
will ember and ash
That whatever horse we crawled out of could take us back in
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