An Image Of Golf From Mid-Winter
and askew putters
Aluminum bones glinted in the August sunset.
White mortars littered the barbed-wire boundaries.
Green blood flowed, as sand covered gashes with its
Gallant tanks with
grizzled veterans sped
They looked for a weakness in the enemy.
They cursed God, but mostly nature.
They drowned in their poisons, and
they choked on their fumes.
The fury of this war maddened their minds.