Battle Cry
by That Girl

Battle Cry… I sang a song for the hero last night. The one I left behind, sprawled out like death, running parallel with a coward. A vertiginous howl slowly becomes obtrusive, hindering my pursuit. Marching off unto victory, I scoffed at conformity, my path was one unforeseen. Listen soldiers through that distant cannon’s whine, someone weeps, beseeching for a rapid demise, spontaneous moans, alas, commence to break me. At dusk my brother waved goodbye with a shot spewed from far-off, I laughed in hysterics at the irony, I cried for what I could not fathom. Steady streaks across the night sky, I panic, and marvel, life is preparing for another departure, please God, let it be mine. Gore, like acid, corrodes lucidness, until derangement is fixed in place, uncompromising. falling, I am wildly aware, how could they release so many credulous sacrifices, so many unprepared. Raising my bottle the liquid pours warm down my throat, I’m reminded of the many casualties. Sultry blood trickling warmer still, I cupped my hands to salvage his youth, a futile attempt. Cheers brother, I’m not so fortunate to have survived, spending each season fated, encircled by a dreadful remembrance. I’ve misplaced my zeal, not to mention, my limbs, I sarcastically salute mercy, for it never arrived, I salute you brother, for you are an intrepid ghost lost in time.

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