Journal-November 11, 2007

I’m more of a marcher

into battle

is it a mad, sick mind

that strides arrogantly forth into death

rather than,

in a frenzy, squeals vindictively

into barrels of lead

{I was inspired to write this poem after an epic egg fight, and recorded it in a personal journal. I chose to include this piece because both of the deaths described are full of the energy of war. The marcher has become “arrogant” in battle and dies with pride, just as others manifest the excitement in frenzied rushes forward.}

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