Some Ominous Behold

Ah, yet

ominous behold,

ominous peak, and thrust

and strike!

And strike once more.

And at chance’s breath,

there is peace.

Not only peace,

but victory, for I hear the

rhythm of our drums.

Yes, not only peace 

but victory,

 truth, and honor,

not just words,

not just air,

not even found in war,

just real,

and simple, and at once

a truth.


Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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