Fiery, fiery, likened the charge,
four hoof-beats will change the size of the man.
The circle will shrink, but the ring enlarge,
enclosing a score on Custer’s last stand.
Solo each kill that builds into clusters;
all fallen the men, the army of Custer’s.
Violence will grow with personal skill—
and Custer had four years experience.
Man, for the Sioux, was a slow learned kill,
as experience gives way to impertinence.
A novelty strike will not even the score,
so much for unfortunate boons in a war.
Dangling and stranding, each round was demanding;
hope now lessened the ending to war.
Short lived the skirmish, each life so depending
on living, extending another day more.
No Bluecoat left standing, so goes the ending;
none will be living another day more.
But who was attacking and who was defending?
Two sides attending vicissitude war.
If luck be a lady her fate falls upon,
depends on which side the Lady is on.
Fiery, fiery, the blood and the gore
all flow into vicissitudes of war.
Impertinence shall tend where experience should win,
But all bets are off in this war.
©2011, Marvin Welborn
Revised 3 July 2014.
Original Publication: Union Station and Paradigm Shift; Xlibris, March 2012.