NaPM April 8 2015

[milo]

Act of Reunion

Across the land's divide we lie
and ponder the desert fen like separatists -
too fond of comfort to roughly seize
the rifle's shaft and force the alien
predator off the barren soil, take back
the strip-mined remnants of once-rough
crags.  The slit of ferny beds
is an alkaline track to poison shores.

No recruits are left to move up the ranks
and join your side or mine, to spurn
the reluctant conquest of fleshy hills,
sagging down the bogland.
It is just myself now, mustering force
to span the great chasm with a single
caress and risk breaking that detente.

Nuance enough to float several arcs.

Kudos!

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Thanks, it is a loose tribute to:

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/act-of-union/