The Soldier

The soldier stands in a bleak midwinter field,

his comrades stood also,

looking like copies of him

With many more copies back home

His eyes -

eyes that saw bodies turned rag-dolls,

eyes that saw skin torn 

from fingerless hands that once held him,

eyes that saw heads with lost eyes 

that stared at darkness -

they teared 

and joined tears of before

in the melted snow.

He stares at the snow.

The snow beguiles him with its comfort potential,

like his girl’s hand he’ll never again hold.

But under the white and smooth,

is a fate unknown,

written in stone.

--28/8/2022

Theme : War