Toy Soldier

Sit down,
I want to tell you a story
as the stones skip across your blood cells,
initiating every heart beat to maintain a constant rhythm,
while my voice paints the image in your occipital lobe, requiring you to project slides onto a screen,

one at a time,
slowly enough to memorize
the details of
an unlace shoe and a
knocked over toy soldier.
You remember your brother.
He left last winter.
He held the same silhouette.
One great difference.
He was a real soldier.





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