THE POCKETS

(Of War)

A sudden miscue, a thoughtless mistake

pocket's of darkness could be your fate

keep the rack tight, be ready for attack

always be watching your brothers back

figure the roll of the jungles green

enemy's hiding and can't be seen

listen for the sounds, like a snapping stick

better be ready, better be quick

On the table, playing a life and death game

eliminating opponents, but gaining no fame

shoot straight brothers the pockets are small

as one exits this table they'll roll and fall

Charlie a solid and the home team

stripes, our Brothers, fighting machines 

wages are high, winning means life

clear this table, protecting the stripes

This slate once filled, now only a few

sent to the pockets by a dangerous cue

replacements standing by, ready to re-rack

game after game of these deadly attacks

there are no winners in this game of grief

sinking the eight brings little relief

reward for victory, a restless night

one day closer to a homebound flight

©Chuck Preston ~ 9-4-2002