union boys
werent ready

of course

the general was shot at once
the mississippi regulars
drove the bluebellies

off the cliff

they landed on the wounded
and sunk the boats

before he died,
the general said,
"one blast upon his bugle horn
were worth a thousand men"

in the summer,
a black carhartt
and long hair


the things we need,
water, a dimension
a cot, arms

raise red lantern,

it doesnt matter

if the master visits me

today, tomorrow

or never

all people
are a head
on the hydra

raise red lantern,
drain blue cup

one of the sick heads

forever sick,

raise red cup that poisons

force the rest to drink