Soldier Boots . . . Poet A B C’s

“About face,” he hears.

But he doesn’t understand it.

Can’t seem to continue, he is

Deaf to the sound.

Everything around him is so

Full of fear and heartlessness.

God, he sees, is nowhere to be found.

He turns and takes his step

In what direction, he does not know.

“Jump to it, soldier,” he hears. But,

Knowing that his soul has nowhere to go.

Lonely thoughts control him, though

Mountains of men defaced and disarmed lie

Near his boots. In and

Out he breathes. His breath is

Panting. Lost, but he

Quells his fear in the

Revelling of a past memory.

Someone out there, she waits for him,

Though he has not met her, she smiles. His kisses left

Unspent.

Victim of this daily casualty, half

Way round the world he limps.

Xtraordinary means become him as he makes his way

Yonder. Out of the fields of broken lives, out from that, the

Zoo of war.

—–

Be well,

Belle

S. Belle Karper, Author, Speaker www.BelleKarper.com
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