It's Pretext
It's pretext
camouflage
what is the core
you rightly ask
who is it for
this is twelve and thirteen's next
for you I now take off the mask
I give my wars a flowery name
remember of the roses
that was good
like a tree
I moved inside the wood
and in the fields of whirlwind three
I ambushed crows
I'm not a dove
I am a warrior who composes
in the saddle fresh excuses
and convincing vows
the battle not precisely won
your infamous El Kid rides on
hiding the childish wound of love
to his unclouded fame
(12/13 from the cycle "How Are You| 13 Poems")
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