Call Of Duty — Artist Mitch Griffiths
Half Nelson
He was the unknowable
He was the ever shallow pool of liquid amber
He was the clink of ice, the red booths
He was the motels, the Murphy beds, the naps
He was the driver, never the talker
He was the ageless, the timeless
He was the smoothness of face, for it never moved
He was the invisible, yet he was the visible
He was the walking wounded
He was the wakeful dead
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
― G.K. Chesterton Drive
Video — “Mitch Griffiths, The Promised Land” Frail
Original Post July 18, 2016
