WiP - Another 366 Days of Poetry: Merceneric Contemplations
Still working on the next poetry collection. This one's an experimental piece written from the perspective of someone in a futuristic and/or fantastical mercenary company. It’s not all Balls to the wall Firefights and gunships Daring rescues Heroics and near-miss slips It’s not all Royal balls And blushing men and maidens Drawn by holstered blaster Or sheathed sword Both battle-worn. Sometimes it’s the quiet of a pre-raid wait Or a small cell complete with shackles While your company debates The whyfors of your capture The jurists’ long delay And the value of a single man They can send into forays Sometimes, you get to sleep In the bunk that you’re assigned And to dream without the fear Of raids or a mission misaligned Sometimes, there is peace A moment, rarely more Where you can ponder why it was You sought your fortune In a life of war.