04-02-2019, 10:15 AM
The Late Major’s Candy Bullet
There’s a fearful symmetry, Blake told me,
in tigers, though my dread
was triggered more by stogies smoldering
in mattresses, cremation in my sleep.
What irony, enough to make one weep
that after years of smokeless soldiering
what offed me in my bed
was a late-night lemon-drop that choked me.
There’s a fearful symmetry, Blake told me,
in tigers, though my dread
was triggered more by stogies smoldering
in mattresses, cremation in my sleep.
What irony, enough to make one weep
that after years of smokeless soldiering
what offed me in my bed
was a late-night lemon-drop that choked me.
Non-practicing atheist