Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Soldier..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Soldier..."


(dedicato: ALL the folks in Service...trying to promote World Peace.)


ROOKS (Crows?) are "CAW-ing" like it's a WOOKIE (Star Wars) Spring and I'm ah chewing on TARTARE (Raw beef) to in-fuse my blood?

GODS always give the lowest jobs to the Soldiers, never the Drones, like WE who dangle above an "Oubliette" twix Life and Death?

Soldiers DIE but the survivors get to sing: "It's a Long way to Tipperary", like WOOKIES, in tune?
It's frickin' amazing ...and the GODS have no cure; no resolution:

"WE created these Bastards and now we are stuck with them!" "Give' em a Prize?" suggested one God (A Greek)?

"Can't do THAT!" responded the American G-Major. fluttering his Angelic wings. "Then DA Muther can then join OUR Club!!!"

"Maybe RAW meat?" -suggests another. "Pistachio! Give em Coca-Cola!?

"Give' em PEACE!" -resounds ZEUS.

"Then WE are out of a JOB!!!" -Hera, his wife...


ROOKS (Crows) are CAW-ing like it's a WOOKIE (Star Wars?) Spring... and I'm ah chewing on TARTARE (Raw meat) to infuse my blood, re-load my gun, and like the Boys and Girls to my left and right... look, furtively,  to the sky...



c 2016/march/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/modica-sicily.