diamond dust

lost but not forgotten tribal patterns
form around a rubber pentagon as
a suited youngster with a bat pounds
the dirt, awaiting the launch.

behind the barriers are seated elders
chanting and prodding with the accumulated
wisdom of war after war and failed attempts
at striking at the world in the million different

ways presented throughout a lifetime.
children ride this emotion in the air and instinctively
lock and load. excited generals ready and rally
the team in formation on the field. the smack

of the ball sends a missile over the heads of some
and into an open field. in frenzied panic
the generals and elders goad. the soldier
runs for safety inside enemy territory.

by google
posted on 09/01/2008