Soldiering


Soldiering

Send out your best men
Bronzed, unequivocal men
Impoverished from the point they first drew breath;
Artless and alone
How might they yet have known?

On the field the grass sways parts benignly
Thinks nothing of the rush
Immune to adrenaline
Vitriol, bile, anything the wrong shade of green
Sways back in to fill the gap
Cloak the absence
Rescind valor
Reshape memory.
Look there before you cast your eyes
On the memorial of stone…

Work so hard on a Saturday night
So hard
Lean back, slowly, into the chatter of swords.

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