The cries of bitterns

The cries of bitterns trolling amphibians
across the interstellar booms of war
neither to recycle or recount the old guard,
belligerent at his health, along the coast

Regulation stands where Christian soldiers
pronounce a new deportment of treasury
under dramecritics like prairies rusting
aglobe with cistern waves of evolvent repetition

The seaside tribes of flailing soldiers
demanding an egress of dramatic realism
like tall standing fish to an emblem tide,
stretching for the last sands of the subletting fire

“Thank you for your service,” secretes
the mocking crow, forever watching, waiting
for vanishing moments to tend to the sheaths
of the war’s bitter end, undefended or enjewelled