Around My Junior Year

The Valkyries, lovely ladies of the sword,
deciders of who would live and who would die,
and who, off to heaven, would fly,
took the fallen fighters
to Valhalla, the hall of Odin,
the god of war,
and the fallen fighters
would fight on
without personal harm
and would feast the night through, too.
Sounds just like I did as a kid in Johnny’s
front yard. We would battle for the cause,
fall and get up to fight again another day
and then I would hear my mother say,
“Dinner is ready. Come home, okay?”
Only the Valkyries were missing,
the lovely ladies of the sword, the
seductive Valkyries, the deciders of who
would live and who would die, and who,
off to heaven, would fly.
Oh, they would start showing up
around my junior year in senior high.

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