war as a career
cause the economy is slumped
and school is too expensive

and the strange place
is the place you die
because you signed up

you had hoped
in a recess of your heart
that you might have children

you had hoped
to grow old with your love
and wear pajamas all day

you had hoped
that you would not have to kill anyone
and you watch your crimson
soaking in to the sand. . .

because you haven’t let go
you watch as they stand around your box
your nice stainless steel box

you watch. . .
and you know a pain beyond words
because you are beyond all pain
except those of the spirit

you watch. . .

and then you are alone
in a field of little white crosses
alone because you try to hold on

under a patient moon
maybe it’s spring
under a coming moon
you lay it all down

and you are gone

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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