Kevin McKenzie

Ragged green soldiers

don chitin helmets

hunkered down in

the muck


The whipping winds

of late frost


with enemy juggernauts


decimating the ranks

and scattering shells

in a terrible

dance of chaos


Leaping siege engines

pick troops out of columns

and just as quickly

steam away


But, just then,

the clouds tear open

in an explosive blast

of solar artillery


Perihelions chase off

the frost,

and placate the savage

half-starved squirrels


A private in the garden army,

chancing to leave his armor

holds out a fibrous hand

and catches the warmth

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