05-01-2015, 01:15 AM
In Peace
when no victories remain
we celebrate
the surrender of strawberries
and taste for the first time
the sweet glory
of the mundane
until the appetites wane
and we celebrate
by gorging on reflection
while our bellies ache
to be hungry again
when all that meat is for shame
we celebrate
the comfort of corn fields
and smell for the first time
the ghosts in the rain
no conquests remain
so we celebrate
the spoils of peace
allied
in a circle of wagons
‘round a campfire's flame
when no victories remain
we celebrate
the surrender of strawberries
and taste for the first time
the sweet glory
of the mundane
until the appetites wane
and we celebrate
by gorging on reflection
while our bellies ache
to be hungry again
when all that meat is for shame
we celebrate
the comfort of corn fields
and smell for the first time
the ghosts in the rain
no conquests remain
so we celebrate
the spoils of peace
allied
in a circle of wagons
‘round a campfire's flame