Peace black jellybeans, two green gumdrops, and a single tootsie roll.
Fight for peace
our sacred honor He had been saving up the weekly allowance he got by watering the Old Man
arrows flying
piercing armor
piercing amor, pride in
full measure
wrath, revenge,
mortal fear, coiling
paranoia
bayonet strong
Toddlers at play,
unarmed, unwary
skeletally still
bared secrets slipping
from space and time
Scorching pinprick holes
in heaven's fabric
petrified souls thrust into
premature rebirth Now suppose that man had visitors who periodically came into the terrarium
Hellfire ripped from metaphor
rends scream-echoing
palpable texture,
daring phantoms,
death's brigade

-- unheeded command
because real glory
belongs to destruction Ned Mackenzie: a long time friend of his father, for just that purpose.

Papa recently returned from visiting kinfolk in Butler County, Pennsylvania (Concord Township and Oak Hills)