Spiritual Combat: Part Two by Nicole Terry The soldier awoke on the sun driven body slain back of the desert. He spoke to no one Everything Universe nothing His empty soldierless war torn storm. Ten thousand years ago more: war marching whore! He never tried or cried in the sun, dried beaten sheltered slathered bloody eel ! Dangerous mind, venomous mind, Thinks a thought into a scream. Blue. Breathe. Genesis— A ready killer on the road. © Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED [back to Poems]  [return to Part One]