ARMY

You

in what army?

This one, I say

and look around –

yet all my soldiers

are merely clones of me.

Mirages, they

disappear.

I remain,

shield and sword in hand

unready to take on the world.

 

It is the nightmare

after being woken from the dream;

not a soul stands beside me

in my battle

for they have wars of their own –

they may have chosen not to fight –

but are still not obliged to stand in mine.

 

See my phalanx

with myself:

strike me down,

and another me rises to take my place

as always,

I fight:

in a one-man army.

-Akotowaa