as a scholar from the 451st
my portion for the seal
is to develop the soft pull
as the navy envelopes the soldier
into a recon able deploy
his cinder plummets
and panic is command a single choice
fire=parachute
he is airborne
and my brother the general
has hand below brow
for his son crys peace to sleep

west point
kevin john mathenia

articulating the possums
meghan in hands often forged
relished and soiled, never of polish or toil
and harry, my younger brother, *****
for as taught is bach
so is mary's fraught's

king william so early in the rye
atop the irish board in chinese he'd rather pry?

the others sapling crept to mary in seeps
a gardners lapse?
before the oaken ample
yet in nested days wane
heralds of orients did play
the regretful doors in bards
capsuled ships not far

I, still the elder in the brit
squandered neerer scottish 5ths
tinctures wander, sourly pondered
beneath the maze not frayed

sanded meadow too low to grind
asked of mend or lines why not two cry
weakening hands without water
billowing glades bending and saunter

butterflys and pollen my dear blossoms

kendall and I half to halve been seen
in deserted mounds of mean
curted and quarelled
standing not furrowed
before the gentlest queen

zen gardenings awake
irish fence, good morning