Monday, April 13, 2015

Following Rules in War NaPoWriMo #17 & #18

One Hundred and Fifty Four Reasons Not to Begin
On a Friday a shot was fired
A barrel of one gun
Powder loaded
That first shaking
Finger pulling the trigger
To begin a battle
That they thought might end
By lunchtime
Only if lunch were served
Thirty-four hours later
And four years later
It ended in ruins
Fort Sumter trembled
Each spring in the shiver
Of that shadowing shot
That began the great divide
That runs deep
Into the soil and soul of many
Then and now
A shot that was a through and through
A bullet that isn’t matched
And marches ever on

Seasonal Disorder
Rules suit you when you want them
When you need that thing in place
To keep everything and everyone in the shape
You want it to be
So you can see
Everything is right with your world again
You put it all in your pen
And click the lock
If they don’t tow the line
You define them as wrong
Nothing changes that song
The tune I tire of too
But from it you won’t move
I wait until your rules shift
And you find “it”
Whatever it is that will help you
To continue to chew
And digest what is best
For you, always for you

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