Calisthenics - week 12

The Nude Tug of War

Bare and bones stacked in seated positions, yielding order and rule.

Control and manifest destiny, yearning for more land, more power.
Men adorned with beaded sweat pulling frayed bits of rope.

Two sides, opposing, are demanding war, creating battles.

Nude sacks of flesh scrape along the pavement,
Bleeding for the Kings and fighting for the commoners.

Their bodies alone are a fortress of shelter and safety.

Vulnerable carcasses of humanity representative of their country.

Their home of which they long to return .
All they have to do is pull the rope out from under the other army.

Yank away the weapon of which you fight and you are destined to fall.

Force the hands to bleed against rough fibers, so it cuts through their palms.

 Stacked in front of each other like a line filed for death.

Like a stack of dominos, one streak of men will fall down.

For war stems from the primitive instincts to protect what’s yours.

Bones and flesh are the foundation that creates war, the nakedness of man.

And given one form of weaponry, war will be fought, even if it’s your own fists.