Duel Between Friends Poem by jerome moore

oh brother,
go into the wood and find a shrub
carve your best bow
when you feel you have, meet me on the beach.
as the tide rolls in ebbing drums and outward flowing wandering lost, one of us shall be sent with it, drifting with the rise and fall of the sea,
I have crushed berries and made my face up for battle.
If I shall falter know this, I have fought, and won, my battles are never an end. I have fought and stood stagnant with my demons, to sink like a stone to the depths of the sea would be my greatest passion.
I have painted my chest with swift strokes so you couldnt miss the mark when we touch put twenty paces in the sand and fire apon me.
my chest is open dear comrade, and I tear.

we will set a fire
we will catch our lunch at the first light

oh brother cant you see the embers burn in me
the breaze that comes and goes your breath your sweat your grin
I am a roaring fire.
thirsty…