Stitches come off
the history text book.
Pages of battle fields
are ready to flee.
The mighty swords
are put away to rest.
Winds change their direction
Fill a funnel out of
the rolling pages.
And the bygone battles rattle up
a shadow play on the walls.
History written in blood
soon goes out of print.
Many hundred year wars,
that never make it
to the dangerous edge
of a student's memory.
But a personal battle rages on.
A snail's movement
on a national highway.
One day there might be
a cross over to some meaning.
