Scrap Medal

Chris Rosica, Glyphs Contributor

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Oh how glorious!

That which has plucked a son from his mother’s breast

That which has struck my friend to the ground

That which has numbed my senses

That which has set fire to the forest

That which has filled my mind with scorpions

That which has freed the content and maimed the free

That which has crippled compassion

 

Oh how Crippling!

The honor

The ill placed desire

The medal which stains my jacket

The ribbon which stains my uniform

The world that will not leave me

 

How I bite my nails

How I twist

How I turn

How I sweat

How I’ll burn

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