Growing

Now that nothing 
has become something 
so much so 
that I defend
it sword in
hand shield at
side against the 
incessant drums of 
far off life 
just like I
remember doing when 
I was younger 
out back in 
the alley before 
the adulthood armies 
overtook me and 
I became a 
prisoner of a
war that I 
had no idea 
I was fighting