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