Tuesday, August 22, 2006

I Miss The War

I wish the war was on,
we really worked together then.

Do you remember when
you held the horse, I slit his throat,
the blood ran, melting the snow?

When the meat was carved

the children screamed
and the women cheered.


Thank you John Vanderslice, Masterclass and Team Cup

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hahahahahahahahahaa......
v.good poem