by A.J. Huffman
like armored jets, the battle faeries arm
themselves, prepare to defend their glen.
Glitterdust has been
exchanged for napalmed potions,
a humanized weapon to ward off human
tresspassers. They terrorize the gilded green,
stomping, picking, ashing footprinted paths
across pristine groves. Littered leftovers
of gluttony and vice scattered, poisoning
plants, choking critters. Salvation’s fire
is set by jewel-toned hands. Skin screams
in surrender. Vehicle wheels reel in automatic
reverse. Physical damage
is contained. But later, once the sunlight has
slipped from the glade, night runs its mares
through magical minds. Reasons get twisted
into retched responses, sleep dissolves into bitter
memories, swirl, laden with knowledge: there is no
victor, just levels of victim, in the post-smoke
smothering of war.
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published six collections of poetry all available on Amazon.com. She has also published her work in numerous national and international literary journals. Most recently, she has accepted the position as editor for four online poetry journals for Kind of a Hurricane Press ( www.kindofahurricanepress.com ). Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454 and https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222.
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