Maybe it is just a cop out, but I like reading some of this old poetry. I am very much trying to use it to write some more. It somehow feels awkward to write poetry right now. I don’t know why it should, one of the main themes of poetry is pain and I have had enough crap tossed at me from the giant crap cannon lately that it should be pretty good. I will have to work on that. I think I promised new stuff this week but it isn’t going to happen. maybe next week.
This poem is a bit different today. I was playing with classical poetry and Iambic pentameter at the time. This one is not in Iambic pentameter but it is more of a lyrical or epic style poem. Plus is has war in it, how can you beat that?