My Valentine’s Diarama

Battleground scene:
The sky is cold grey
but burned in lashes
with crimson sashes
and ribbons that I sent you.

The bodies
of these Valentines
Day warriors are strewn about.
Their armor, candy-coated,
is twisted and split.
They are all decorated
in silly notions of
pink plastic, red roses, and
“Be Mine”.

Not a single chocolate sword
has left its sheath.

Their heads are still
in the clouds,
wedged between the cracks
and pinning them up.

St. Valentine heads north
because his work here is finished.