By Cindy Farmer
I will not write of grief today
but of battles fought under pink banners flying
tattered and worn
breast plates cover tattooed nipples like mighty armor
war paint marks demarcation lines
for knife and beam
a pound of flesh sacrificed on a sterile altar
multi-colored skull caps cover slick bald heads
shaved for combat and secret doors enter veins
where magic potions fuel war
can you hear the savage cries loud and long
there will be no peace talks, treaties or
white flags of surrender
Mighty Warriors Fight with ever grateful breath
through forced smiles and weary eyes
gaze into an unknown future
Manifesting the day when
the Victory Bell will sound
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