My chief beef with the Queens brat
the witless witness war as a wonder
a theater of tactical thunder
that triggers only the instant,
and concussing continuity
conflict becomes a crusade

ask your aide-de-camp
query the rank and file
if they can see your winning smile
in the shell casings
that propel pain and punishment
without a plan

absent a precise goal, Goldilocks
even precision weapons stray
and might fades away
your measure taken
your method seen mad

NaPoWriMo 8 2017


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