What's in your Foxhole?

How big is your foxhole? I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Do you have a flag? How much territory do you possess? What are your boundaries? Are they in dispute? Are you a proud territorian? 

What's your story?

What the hell am I talking about?

Read below and decipher for yourself. 
There is no wrong answer. You can take from it what you will.

I can assure you though, it has nothing to do with actual foxholes, though thought it prudent to share a few images on the subject.

(Any ideas, feedback, discussion points welcomed).

This is MY Foxhole

The very flavour

In your favour

Is now your cross to bear

(sleeping dogs lie if bears will)

Hibernation arrives

If you hide away inside

And toss salvation to the pack.

Tell a story

Or stand firm

Rather than offer the heart

As flaws with embarrassment

Leave nasty welts

Red, tainted, impressions

To make a statement

A story

Of loss, pain, joy

What may be

The paragraphs are at least visible

Like black beneath the eyes

As persecution is drama

And without either

There’s no hook

To hang the hat

Or pity the self.

So slay the wanderers

And the Peacekeepers

And persist with charge and retreat

As crying foul never hurt you at least.

Make as much noise as possible

While the smoke trails

And the banners fly

As you prop up the mast

And claim your territory

With a purpose

And a wry all-knowing grin.

The poem was written in April 2013. I wrote over 300 poems that year. There's no particular reason I'm sharing this one with you now. Many will never see the light of day. The very best are saved for submissions. Then there are some that just need to get out there, and fuck waiting for publications to get back to me.

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