Poem: "Warrior"


WARRIOR (1972 / 2014)

Coarse black mane
Hard black eyes
Tired of the shit
Before you're old
Big on top
Not used up yet
You used it
For your war.

I told you I
Would not forget
And so you did
Not poison me
And there's a chance
You smelled my blood
And knew that it
Belonged to you.

And though I punched
You playfully
You knew there was
No play in me
You spared me in
My innocence
Believing I
Would not forget.

And I have not.