War II
men will do strange
things when faced
with prosperity
at no cost to themselves.
they set about in secrecy
pushing forward deviations,
taking wills of others
easily pushed
into boxes
left with darkness
threats indoctrinated with fears
in failing economies
and good ole boy mentalities
into boxes
men slipping through shadows
eyes darting blindly
at voices thick with lust
holes, warm and wet
filled with greed, with certain entitlements.
and the scraping of boots
imbedded with foreign sands
molten into glass
cutting across metal, sparking
reverberations, not easily forgotten.
© 2007 Aleathia Drehmer/New York
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