rules in the hands of the god (of war)

ta-tara

ta
tara

here are the soldiers
red arrayed
on the heights
and all around
the hill

their colonels
and generals wear
special hats

they have artillery
aimed
primed
and ready

so ready

ta-tara

ta
tara tara

here are the soldiers
blue arrayed
around the hill
up on the heights

their colonels
look jaunty
their generals wear
rakish hats

such
rakish hats

and their cannon
are loaded
the wicks lit
the sparks
spit
and hiss

they are dressed well
for war

they look so smart
in the field

ta-tara

ta
tara

it’s a shame
someone must lose
when turned out so …

[BANG]

the hammer
fell down
on the red

[BANG]

the hammer came d . . .

[CRASH]

. . . own on blue

the little boy laughed
at the chaos
below

and he laughed again

[BANG]

red

and again

[CRASH]

blue

he laughed

ta
ta
ta-tara

and he smote
with another swing
of his hammer

~

Poem #592 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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