Surveying the front line,
the inevitability
sinks in with an
undeniable gravity.
The General confesses:
“You soldiers deserved better –
you were furious lions in youth,
each with the strength of Samson,
and standing high and proud
as a rooster’s comb.
However, we are locked
in a war of attrition
and time is not
on our side.
But it’s not in our blood
to hire mercenaries
or sacrifice ourselves
in mock-heroic suicide.
No, men we will stand here
staving off the enemy
until there is
not one of us left standing.
History will not forget
and our children
will long tell the tale
of our resolve and true grit.
We never bowed,
we never surrendered,
but rather died
with courage and honor
on this battlefield of
male
pattern
baldness.”
Those turncoat follicles!
ReplyDeleteNot turncoat - just withered and died.
DeleteHa! Quite the unexpected turn at the end. :) That's the first thing I noticed about that image too. Is this for the dverse "contrast" prompt? Maybe it's just a coincidence. Either way, I enjoyed your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, but no, it's an oldie that I transferred from another site. Thanks, it's a sad documentary. I really loved my wavy Mexican mane!
Deletean interesting twist there...definitely did not see that coming.
ReplyDeleteJust like I couldn't see the baldness coming either! Thanks, Mosk
Delete:) ~
ReplyDeleteThanks, bro.
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