The education I never began
– afraid of the blood – too soon
frayed by the sticky wreak and
vomit-wrenched gorge rising in me.
And yet they said I held my head
together when others bled, praised
my will to save the dead when flesh
flayed, when the madness in me
audaciously braved death.
I am not brave, I piss as easily
when the fear is in me but will not
let an unchartered ignorance
lead my fate, nor will I wait
in the shadows of the duel.
I face the spectre in the full
light of a lunatic sun and say
– Dare to measure me,
I will not run away.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-19
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