i can keep a pace toward an end
look what is grim in the eye
flood out the lung, where sadness has punctured.
rue that other good lung.
be headstrong when that is stupid - because
that can also be heroic
i can be patient - when patience is what is required,
addressing the mighty heart, and its valve
searching for some give.
but when the rescue choppers came
along with relief, and purely from a selfish point of view,
i think that is when i found my lowest spirit. because it meant
more war, only more surviving.
i think that this is how the lion must feel, who must wait
to be fed - when his natural instinct is to hunt
he must come to it in little bites