The Writing of Words

What is this writing of words,
this stringing of sounds?
Symbols abound, clashing out,
striking, piercing,
awakening the adrenalin,
alerting the mind;
as the siren before the raid
resurrects the sleeping
from their slumber.
Linear lightening,
then the thunder of the sight:
full bodied bombing.

What is this war of words,
battling for position, for rank?
This foot-soldier advancing, retreating,
bunkered down by the bazooka blow of critics.
Holding hope like breath
because once there was victory at Normandy.

What is this writing of words,
but the old tank warrior in his rocker
slowly rolling forward like a sigh.