My Legion

I polish my shield,

from the dirt

of this battlefield

And I take my boots off

since I don't need to go

where I don't belong

Don't mind if I am stuck

in this thick dirty mud

I can wait for the drought

To push again hard

Someone will notice from now on

that I am not their legion anymore

my mission is not

any of their trivial chores

So I move on, better alone

feet swollen, shoulder broad

for the weight of

this foreign battlefield world

Where monkeys move on

But eagles fly solo

and see from above all colors

while all the other beasts

are chasing all along

a chest of cheap gold