Status Updates From My Life Had Stood a Loaded Gun

i dwell in Possibility,
a fairer house than Prose,
more numerous of windows,
superior of doors.

my life had stood a loaded gun,
in corners, till a day
the owner passed - identified,
and carried me away.

i can wade grief,
whole pools of it, -
i’m used to that.
but the least push of joy
breaks up my feet,
and i tip - drunken.

to fight aloud is very brave
but gallanter, i know,
who charge within the bosom,
the cavalry of woe.

who win and nations do not see,
who fall, and none observe,
whose dying eyes no country
regards with patriot love.