Private Buckley in Wonderland
He is the Cheshire Sergeant,
perched in mountain tree limbs
far above my bloodied struggles.
He smiles because he knows
the secrets I will not live
to learn. Leap and bound,
he disappears, leaving behind
his mocking grin.
We are very late to meet
the Red Queen and her game
of chess. Serge is a betting man
and I am an expendable team member.
Pawn the watch too buy more
time; its sand has turned to mud.
My heart bleeds black.
Court mutiny and fuck strategy.
A tactical knife makes its own hole.