Poem: Imagined Battlefield

Each block a foolish fortress, secured by moats
Black ice a glossy menace, boiling oil,
Spilled carelessly before the parapets
Of deep carved snowdrifts, dirty walls.

The streets are easy salted fields
Yet risk exposure to far-off foes.
I spy for drawbridge driveways
Left open by exposéd drains.

Heels, sharp grappling hooks, hoist me across
Hard frozen dents of crenellated tracks.
Each safehold mastered, overrun,
Crusade abandoned, I’m safe at home.


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