Without Triumphal Columns

Snaking river under battle mountain,
still a cannon rests on that high place
like the stock stone features
in a budget horror flick –
the cheap childhood fantasies
of former capital glories,
purples, crowns, whips, chains –
I remember the pavement under foot,
borrowed boots in pretender greens
unsheathed, unsharpened swords;
manufactured victory marches
without triumphal columns.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s