Invasions Never Work

by Alan Craddock

Revet your heart and mind.
Seek keystones and gather jigsaws of stoic courage.

Set them; far, wide, deep, and in strategy.
Which confound and dislocate, his dark plans of callous ruin.

Observe a signature, flawed in bold.
Abasing plan of stubborn rumination.
A bolus of resistance, crawling to impoverish his temper to leaden dullness.

He will long for deep waters of pious victory,
Stealing forward in glutinous pursuit.
But your standing nerve;
It breaks his teeth.

Obsessed in conjecture and spin.
Distortion and perverse shadow,
He; Commits hammer and sickle,
to tragic folly, in full thunderous gallop.

Well read historic chapter and verse fail to remind,
Striking; full measure.
That of sorrowful deception and broken word.

Iron curtained, Imprisoned hearts, clad in blossoms of forfeited purpose,
Fall, fall, and fall again.
Toward a precipice of inescapable ditches,
That even his dark rhetoric cannot tame.

Cohort spirits. That once did not see, now see.
Chase light toward bursting sun, Open wide a curtain of full reveal.
To bask in opportunity, change and promise.

Equip then, all tides, for they shall turn.

Prepare the Cossack for the lizard which alights,
Watch carefully….
As he runs from his house, or fails to repent.

His final page, deciphered beyond veiled Muscovite wall.
On bleeding knee and salt beaten brow.
They shall Stoically recall his elixir of lies,
Trial and sentenced with brisk castigation.

Punitively carried; between rope and post.