My Soldier Dan

My Dan dreams of cool lemonade streams

sweet fruity water washing

bathing in tarty pulp

stopping for renewel,as

he scrubs clean 

death

Icy rocks in frosted glass

calms

his explosive torpedo head thoughts

In new moral, he is

free from poison vials

rusty blades

Warpaint streaks

drips down to waiting pools

diluted

Hostile propaganda

he could care less, as he

squats in his amniotic waters

reborn and aware

of his paper moon

he has perfected in his bunker

Barefooted and naked, he walks backwards on

landmine greens

and battlefields

My soldier takes quiet steps

to his place beneath

the Magnolia tree

and reads his book

Mel Sarnese

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Mel Sarnese is a Toronto poet, published in numerous literary journals and anthologies, has been broadcast on

the CBC and TVO and has recently published a chapbook, 'Leper's Cave' (Beret Days Press and The Ontario Poets Society).