Embattled and laid to waste.
Clouds glower and engulf.
It is enough that the winds
change, as winds of change do.
White flags torn and tattered,
no surrender ever ends
the conflict once it sidesteps resolution.
In love's revolution bastard dictators fail.
Rumbles and electric crashes,
flashes of destruction; incendiary bombs
begun as a storm front.
Batten down the hatches;
there’s no end in sight.
© JPW 2013
Poetic Asides by Robert Lee Brewer - Prompt # 235 - "Front" poem
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