The Four Horsemen

Cast-off from our home port, my

Four vessels sail into town on the

Prowl; Our mission quite simple –

Hunt. Counter-Reconnaissance

It is called. We have another name

For it: Reconnaissance by drawing fire.

We receive this mission often.

So set sail we must, to spend another day

In the harpoon-lands, adrift in a sea

Of streets, corners, and alleyways.

Each man at his perch with intent

Gaze as we troll back and forth through

The neighborhoods. But we seek no whales,

Our prey hunts back, shark-like. And when we

See locals growing restless two streets down

The feeling comes on. We are the boat and

The chum all in one. Patience – wait for it –

Shots finally piercing the relative calm

We turn left in unison:

The Pale Horse

The White Horse

The Red Horse

And the Black Horse.

Our gun barrels erupt – the hunt is on.

About anotherwarriorpoet

Mathew Bocian served as a Captain in the United States Army with the Stryker Brigade and was deployed to Mosul and Tal'Afar in 2004 - 2005, and to Baghdad for The Surge in 2007 - 2008. He left the Army in 2012 and now uses his poetry as a way to heal from the traumas of war, while attempting to express to readers the realities of war. He is the recipient of the Bronze Star and Purple Heart, and holds a master's from the Graduate School for Public and International Affairs at the University of Pittsburgh.
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1 Response to The Four Horsemen

  1. Gordon Heintzman says:

    I like this a lot. I kept that should through Germany and the next one.

    Liked by 1 person

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