Debbi Storms

Rookie (Canada)

The Brothers - Poem by Debbi Storms

The tall warrior's helmet
gleaming in the sun
his uniform of leather
weathered with age,
stain soaked
from battle,
across his back the rag
of brotherhood
he stands apart from the rest
a vanguard
in the narrow bloody streets
between the rows
of gleaming chrome
Eyes of fear watch
ever alert of his presence
Passing past each other
our eyes meet in challenge
or is it recognition?


Comments about The Brothers by Debbi Storms

  • Brian Dorn (4/16/2006 2:47:00 PM)


    Great visuals... very intense!
    Brian
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 16, 2006



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