GeckoCentral Poetry

Someone asks me, casual dinner party jest
as the crab claws are cleared away
"So will you die for your country"
Surprised, I counter
"Surely it is better to live for it?"

Flippant, my glib mouth fires back
But later, the drive home I think
of patriots, priests, and politicians

Would I be the first to the front
With my finger on the trigger
Or would I move to another land
and nurse the memory with my

television dinner,
the channels flickering
while I think of the beaches and winds
I left behind ?

love is sacrifice
but which comes first
which comes fierce
my country or me ?




Patriot Someone asks me, casual dinner party jest as the crab claws are cleared away "So will you die for your country" Surprised, I counter "Surely it is better to live for it?" Flippant, my glib mouth fires back But later, the drive home I think of patriots, priests, and politicians Would I be the first to the front With my finger on the trigger Or would I move to another land and nurse the memory with my television dinner, the channels flickering while I think of the beaches and winds I left behind ? love is sacrifice but which comes first which comes fierce my country or me ?