A lance corporal cries for his horse as batteries of cannons reconfigure to march of time the crash and smoke of pride fogs, Fire teams jockeying shel

A lance corporal
cries for his horse
as batteries
of cannons
reconfigure to
march of time
the crash and smoke
of pride fogs,
Fire teams
jockeying
shells back
and forth
Target, Fire, Kill
errant forces of
rediscovery
in rounds of revision
nestled atop a Western…