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Dredge of a Soldier (Poem)

Dredge of a Soldier (Poem)

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Published by M. David Powers
a) stream of conscious. b) lyrical quality c) a deep-sea diver that's been under long enough
a) stream of conscious. b) lyrical quality c) a deep-sea diver that's been under long enough

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Published by: M. David Powers on Mar 03, 2011
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Dredge of a Soldier
( a poetic stream) 
Sitting on my lap is an old memory on paper it's 1492 and I'm deflecting the sweat from my eyesMy dirtiest little neighbors, but they're reachingcrawling belly deep in the blood of my family,they were my brothers and my sisters someone else's children,some children's parents,some of them my family in accidental sin bonded by the war we never asked for bonded by the weather and the time on the island shorethe moon was blue and it was true, believe me, ah... I hope you dowe were hung out to dry by another sergeant's best intentionsself serving, potentially, yes, undeniably, no give the dog a bone and a monkey a trip to Romewe were left out in the hailstorm just like homeHell was paved with best intentionsand sure, so were a lot of other things best not mentionedlike the creepy crawling beneath her fleshor the dark consuming voida symbiosis of love and fear, the aftermath dancing square to squareeye to eye, ear to ear  
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now we're integrating the life... after the great fallthat moment when the pendulum swingsbreaking the coffee mug of idled assesround and round we go, an astral merry-go-roundI say unto you, you say unto me, 'walk don't run'and we both smile because we know it's just these kinds of momentsthe unspoken in between, forever witnessed but never seenthis is the dredge of a soldier scouring the bottom of our own tankslooking for the heart of the matter or the matter of the heart,attempting to lull it back to a gentle paceit's the unwinding of a rich man's rat raceand to hell with the nails I've bitten until lingering painand to hell with the names I can't recall... nor will ever I forgetthis is a rain storm and steady hands wins the race

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