Out in that vast dark we had to keep sight Of what brought us to that desert kingdom, Beneath which swam the darkest currency. Soldiers to the battlefield for oil Seems an imbalance of terms, but it was Deeper and older than black gold why we Went to Kuwait. We crossed an ocean on The electric cord of which we are heirs: That all men are created equal and Are endowed by their Creator. And when that bronze wolf stole upon the doe, We took the self-evident truths to him In the form of forceful wisdom and speed. So when your bird got snared in those power Lines strung out in all that cold, thick-dark night And fell over onto the desert sand, Hard like concrete; the sound of crushed metal Went mute in the dry earth. I knew you did Not die for nothing or for money or for fame. You are cast in memory of old Freedom and older Life, Those beautiful, true wonders neither moth nor rust doth corrupt Nor which thieves can break through and steal.
Mark Botts lives with his wife Rebecca and their three kids in West Virginia, where he serves at Bluefield State University as an Instructor of English.