For Forty Years of Peace

My enemy sleeps
a tent-peg through his skull.

I am blessed for my deed
while his mother wails

Are they not finding and dividing
the spoils of war?

and this blood drowns
the voices singing—

I have no more heart
nor sleep.


21 thoughts on “For Forty Years of Peace

  1. This reminded me of the Hunger Games. Powerful imagery that the victor will have to live with and relive forever. The vision of that tent peg through the skull. You got into the head of the tormented victor, destroying their illusions and inner peace forever. Brilliantly done!

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