Poems ✍️

FOR a woman's face remembered as a spot of quick light on the flat land of dark
night,
For this memory of one mouth and a forehead they go on in the gray rain and
the mud, they go on among the boots and guns.
The horizon ahead is a thousand fang flashes, it is a row of teeth that bite on the
flanks of night, the horizon sings of a new kill and a big kill.
The horizon behind is a wall of dark etched with a memory, fixed with a woman's
face-they fight on and on, boots in the mud and heads in the gray rain-for the
women they hate and the women they love-for the women they left behind, they
fight on.