Castleberry Page 4

As we ended the Kiowa track
I cracked my saber on a collarbone,
a defender's arm.
I've lived a life of two books --
Morphy on cheese and Caesar's commentaries:
all-out war, taken up from the page.
Downstream, regimental colors fly above the          field commander's tent,
West Point rings lie on a table,
gathered like agates in a marbles bag.
The best of their kind are dead, our general says.
We killed them all.


R.T. Castleberry is a widely published poet living in Houston, Texas.