On a mindful walk to purpose
The reel crept up to slow
Clicking away and captured
But a minimal broken leaf
Holed, brown, and decrep't
Pierced like a sacrificial body
Unto the fine sharp swords
Of a hundred green warriors
Armed, anchored, and alert
To their confident wooded purpose
Victory's claimed over dubious virtue
The lamb being perhaps scored
Long before it found the skewer
Numbered among a thousand
Little different from their crimes
Anonymity is its final mocking cruelty
Forcefully reeling back to pace
As daily music fills my ears
I remember the leaf upon the hedge
Who wailed for brief concession
9/13/08
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