4am
I hold my first cigarette,
cupped in my hand,
and the first haze of blue
crawls upon the moment
of morning,
... and it was so long ago.
...... Boys curled into the night
asleep
dreaming of home.
So young they are.
like
my puppies,
my kittens,
my arms,
... strong against the cruelty
of my Father's hands.
Armed!
Once again
and forever,
I go forth...
... loving the danger of War.
Wanting nothing more.