Elfriede Mollon

Recondite Scourge
He was one
But his name was legion
Deployed in regions
Of raging destruction
The hungry fire of patriotism
A burning liquid in his blood
Ingested death
In camouflage
He came home
Bearing tight-fitting battlefield souvenirs
Demons of surreptitious ambush
Like thorns perforating body and soul
Viseclamping their stranglehold
A little more each day
There are rats
Nesting in their stronghold
Of thorny bougainvillea --
Hungry and gullible
They seek out the poison cake
Camouflaged in green
It will strangle them.

Elfriede Mollon © 2010