Brothers Poem by Joshua cole

shatter the thoughtless mind
it looks it looks
but it is blind

create fine sir, decide for me
so that i may march two, by two, by two,
my knees will never rise,
hand placated in it sleepy somber

I bear no witness, only memories
half pence
one man decides for another,
or I would be there with you brother

your war god says no
so i go, i go.
as i look back on death i ask;
why not me? why not my last breath?