Perpetual War

Perpetual War

by

Arnold K. Sherman (c)

12/14/2010

With apologies to our children, who inherit the wind

The times, they ain't a changin

By stone and spear and sling

by fireball, and boiling pitch

by catapult and boarding towers

by long bows and stirrups

by shields and armor and castle keeps

and by gun powder and rapid fire

by submarines, tanks, and fighter jets

by chemicals and nuclear bombs

by drones and eyes in the sky

In Gods Names

We ADVANCE

The Morning Sun

The Morning Sun

by

Arnold K. Sherman

(c)

The morning Sun

through slotted blinds

cast shadows on the wall

We touch and turn

I turn again

and watch, unseen

And, with arching back

and arms up stretched

and legs apart and tensing

her eyelids flutter and

her lips curl up

Hips cant, right hand rising

and falling She turns

and I rest my head and

lightly brush her breast

My right hand joins her left

then both raised

as heads rotate and

fingers run through hair

which flows free

All seen through shadows on the wall

I rise, we touch

Shadows not at all

It's morning