Eggy Soldiers.

And here a squeeze of lemon breeze

reduces the cheese that otherwise clogs

the waft one must induce to breathe.

Again and again a sortie; rifles fired,

are summoned before the regretful

hit upon the nose. If

composed likewise a search is made upon

the accusers, then maybe peace be visited upon

yee alike to bread whose yeast had failed to

usher a rise...

a rise? A surprise? Had you not seen this

ecumenical fate at wait in tundra beside your

eyes and what their pointed pupils unveiled.

There stands no dogma stronger than the fact

that I am fodder to a cannon I have loaded

myself and faced towards my groin.