Brave

 

But I carry no shame!

Woe’s mizzle fills the wells

Low on ammo; frail in wars

 

Halls of metal walls,

Brain said I’ve got no balls;

I’m but a moth to the flame.

 

With no others’ hands,

Fight or freeze and get lost.

And they will beg for a diet.

 

He left it in the basement.

Its finishing demands a cost.

No rest until the house stands.