The Hall of the Fallen
Updated: Mar 13
"Tickler's Jam" lipped mouths barked
into the silence of the yellow air to hope
we wouldn't falter our lives.
muddy dead rats and
We weren't worth the bulk
of the death toll,
and set ourselves in joy,
hoping for Valhalla.
When the air came the second year,
and the blossoms weren't there to bloom this time,
I thought back to the year before,
Before I'd committed so many crimes.
But in the ground now I saw a bud,
and blossomed from it only mud,
but at least, in the sun, this mud-flower