The Valkyrie
art by Carol Phillips
We were all wearing,
In assorted sizes,
The same shirt,
Innocuous in shade,
A beige Blue-Light Special.
We were all jeans and boots,
Lite beer,
And generic cigarettes,
When she turned in,
From out the torrent.
A fish out of water,
Sharkskin sheathed,
In emerald green,
Ox blood bagged,
And alligator shod.
Then did we become as warriors,
Fallen by mediocrity,
In cultural complicity,
And cry our in our silence,
Bear us home oh brave Valkyrie.
Yes, that same shirt we have been wearing… smug, lazy complacency. I do pray that Valkyrie arrives soon to lead us out of our collective stupor. This is brilliant, Dave… beautiful. I think I read it more than a dozen times, receiving something slightly different each time. Wow.