Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Good Fight

If I choke
in dead of night
and me deader
therein

I hope my wings
are sufficiently tattered
and bald
in the giving of feathers
and currents fought.
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3 comments:

Lil Coyote said...

i love economy of words
butcherin the cow down to one
perfect fillet
this was written wonderfully
and i believe no one fights harder
and gives more to the cause
and yes, it shows in your plummage
rick

ShoeBox said...

Butchering hardly sounds like the romanticism of poetry, but I get it :) I tend to be wordy. Not here. This is a truncated space. It is me...on a word leash.

Lil Coyote said...

hmmm
and i think butchering is exactly the romanticism of poetry, otherwise, were back to pretension.
love,
lc