"more than two ways to shed a tear",
very nice. it justifies the images of hardship succintly. the syntax there
might need cleaning up, à la "there <<are>> more than two ways...".
the allusion to war/battle/servitude has a great, intense personal feel
becuase it's "MY brother". the contrast between the poetic first half is a
great buildup to the crudeness of "the bastards who.." & "pile of shit".
contrast between two different situations I suppose, a diptych.
I liked this, a SoC-like snap (as they ought ot be?).
KS
2009/6/25 Angel Marquez <[log in to unmask]>
> I PRICKed my finger on a thorny bush releasing a lush red blood-let that
> found its way down my earth worn hands, I wiped the sun bathed sweat from
> my dirt stained brow reassured their is more than two ways to shed a tear,
> while the bastards fed orders to my brother who had fallen for their tricks
> like a fly to a pile of shit.
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