Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Summer Sonnet 19: Delaware

There were trumpeters on the Delaware;
An odious noise that seemed less loathsome
As the time passed. The youthful, unaware
Of this sang songs of glory and beat drums.

In honor fo victory and grandeur.
A pack of barking dogs salivating
And rotating over a warm murder.
Fog pools in from 5 points to replicate

The baleful foreboding that victory
Has become. Eyes luminous through the pale
And obstinate daze. Obscure histories
Supposed by keen tongues. Ignorant and frail.

All victories; whether they are deserved,
Should work to keep human decency preserved.

- By Donavue

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