You can’t change what you inherit. War and peace
are the dual valves of your bronchial tubes
through which the smoke is inhaled
either way it goes into your lungs – the spasms
spark a new kind of life – eyes open!
This inheritance requires blood; in bravery
or in turned back as you flee the field.
I can’t run. But I can catch.
I can’t die.
Painting pictures with words.
Telling flash-fiction in one frame.
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