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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 09/2012
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LINDSAY LENNOX daybreak waiting again, somehow. i wonder what allies you’ve found in my body, what confederates you have in my mind that turn me back toward you. i was your main conspirator at one time, but by now you’ve recruited other, deeper parts of me to your cause. it’s a subtle approach, and safe: words that, spoken aloud, would sound like treason take on the aura of wisdom whispered to practical men. this waiting, is it a ceasefire, a cure, a treaty? no, only a reprieve, a terrible quiet that wears on my nerves more than the constant shelling did. i cannot help but feel you’ve given me the chance to bury my dead mass my last troops and gather my final strength so that your victory may be absolute. but mine is a guerilla war; my soldiers cannot be drawn so easily into the open by your gentleness, not even if i commanded them to. they are fighting for their country: strategy can only drive them so far before their instinct to fight until the soil is dead and every last animal slaughtered asserts itself. kill them all, i advise you: kill every last one of them or else retreat and leave them their worthless land their miserable independence. Lindsay Lennox is a writer living in Boulder, Colorado. She writes fiction, non-fiction and poetry on good days, and punk rock song lyrics on bad ones. She’s working on a novel about identity, heroes and rock & roll. Her work has appeared in Flashquake, Thought Catalog, thickjam, the Monarch Review, Underground Voices and elsewhere. http://www.lindsaylennox.com |
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