Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

battle hymn

this day

i am the way
james dean’s white t-shirt
clung to his rippling biceps

i am the moment bessamer
he could make steel from iron ore

i am the line of marilyn’s spine
in a backless gown

i am the sharpened bloody edge
of joan of arc’s sword

i am a snarling indian defending what is mine
by charging my painted horse
into war

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