lost all the wars         in the bloody theatre

of the heart         wears broken arrows

like a porcupine his needles         fights for

lost causes         a little cloudless airspace

confuses integrity         with self-destruction

the cardinal in the tree         for a feathery missile

maintains an irregular army         of feelings

camped out beyond reason         is misunderstood

as isolationist         forgets what started it

blames the night         blooming jessamine

scaling the walls         bare arms tangling

in the escalating heat         enters dark rooms

mined with silence         cries to be disarmed

signs all the treaties         ever yours