by Carl Martin Johnson The soldiers came this morning To build for me a fence. They showed up without warning But I said they could commence. The Continue Reading
Carl Johnson
Tactical Poetry: We Who are about to Die
by Carl Martin Johnson “We who are about to die salute you!” As is custom, thus we greet. Great Caesar, we fight to suit you. In victory and Continue Reading
Warrior Poetry: These Are Not Tears
by Carl Martin Johnson These are not tears running down my cheek. I am sure it must be rain. A sobbing man is shamefully weak, No matter what the Continue Reading