Not alone
by scott from jail

is never alone
But just the waiting of it,
the lick of lips
before feasting.

And in the quiet shadows
Where soldiers play at knives
Gruff voices cock-sure
while all else fails
that version of alone

Is not definitive, the rank
and file miss nothing
Even Christmases set aside
for singing
and the humming of the broken intercom...

These are not sadness
only tricks
Upon the momentary
the solitary star

Copyright © 2012 - scott from jail
Published: 12/13/12   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem