An Eye for Battle
by Frank Watson

Face in black with painted ink
And tendons seizing up for smite;
A distant beating, drumming drink
And target strangled in our sight.

Swallowing the herbs of mortal loss
And fearing not the fractured trails;
Corrupting faces now we cross
And soon to battle we leap the scales.

All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2012