I am this battle

I am this battle
I am the tortured corporal
Fought behind a fettered front
Battered through, done no good
Shot in the head, in the temple
Wept and soaked like a goat on the altar
Salty red preservation, sordid on a past

I am to untie the knots, the spiller of seeds
Drive out those bats, for the vampires be crazy!
I will trap them in the salty red, suckered sweetly
Menu for those wicked passed on fire of a mortar
Throughout unbidden, with sorrels for their safety
Pickled and seasoned, queued up and waiting

I am the binder of undue
Tacked onto the back cavalry
Patched through, done no good
Height there on a wing left swaying
Fist waving on the right hand saying
Sky is not falling! It broods blue

Charged to the altar with grief to land
Of the sound forest falls, while one hand stands
Front dances forth and back like fire
Burning on, uncontained like theory
I am the cold, blue flame.