Poetry Inspired by The Bad Batch

Below are poems I've written, inspired by the sniper of the one and only Clone Force 99.

Star Wars: The Bad Batch is property of LucasFilm Ltd. and Disney. I do not claim ownership over Star Wars: The Bad Batch aesthetic, universe, or its characters. No copyright infringement intended.

THE SHADOW OF DEATH

I keep seeing your face in my mind, how defeated it looked I cannot get it out of my head Your eyes deeply downturned – something I’d never seen on you before Your shoulders limp with fateful acceptance – your fight was gone completely and I never imagined you could become that way The way your head hung over your hands which you held out in front, clasped in shackles Your lips downcast at an angle I never knew they could, making your usual frowns look blissful Never once did you look up Not once did it occur to you that anyone would find you           or that anyone was searching After all, you told them not to, but                                     when have we ever followed orders?

THE UNYIELDING

Each day I am reminded that you are still the same man I pined for through the abyss I need the reminder. I look for it.

I get scared that you have changed so much, you are no longer you But then I see you roll your eyes at your brother, or slip a toothpick between your teeth, and am reminded that you are too unyielding to ever leave me

So, we meet in a moment of stillness awash in the warm glow of the sleepy horizon, and I know who you are, and you, I We both think the same thought and feel the same truth: In the ever-evolving throes of life –                                            the loss,                                                        the aging,                                                                   the letting go – we find sureness in the constant; the unyielding things Like my love for you, the way we are the same,

I look into your familiar eyes, bright and alive, and breathe a sigh of relief

because there is a lot that has changed,

                           but there is a lot that hasn’t

DIVE BACK INTO THE NIGHT SKY

You’ve lead me back to myself Before I began questioning everything I tend toward and in you, I found a kindred spirit A quiet presence and though I wouldn’t consider you a man of peace, I think peace is perhaps what you’ve found yourself looking for

Find me in the sunset and I’ll tell you of the stardust I see in your eyes as I collect shells in the cove where we floated on the sea Where I told you I’d already known about all the terrible things you’ve done and you told me you don’t understand what it is to rest in the hands of a love that’s bigger and I responded that perhaps you ought to be patient with yourself

You were always a man on the outskirts Securing the perimeter, silently waiting at some shadowy vantage point I understand why you feel an outcast, but I wanted you to know how many people count on your quiet strength, and it is your severe and unyielding nature that got you through the loneliness and the avalanche and the desolate frontier

So, when you sit inside your mind, as you so often do – and I would know, because I do it too – I hope you can hold tenderly onto who you are, but also who you’ve fought not to become

_________

Onward,

SparrowBoy

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