The Reluctant Soldier: VII
Posted December 30th, 2016 by Gracithe1andonly
in wardly searching
I think I may have grown a reputation
For being the endlessly cheerful man,
The indomitable optimist. O gods,
I wish that were true!
Harugar is ill and I am so worried,
For Dukin has no mercy and we will head
Onward at the same pace. I am no healer,
But I will watch him.
Praise be! Harugar’s swiftness outstripped us all!
Perhaps my fussing awakened some instinct,
Some need in all adults to retain old strength-
O, am I relieved!
I write beneath rising smoke and dying flame,
Glowing embers casting the glade in old light,
Ancient light. Familiar faces look new-
Is this light truer?
This prelude to the end of war, which must come-
When this folly’s fight is ended, and we leave,
Straggling one by one back to homes and loved ones-
Return to the camp.
Take the small and make it large, or the large small-
Turn the sky on its very head, cast hills down-
This chaos-creating word-craft is my right,
And of all poets.
Even in disruption, there is a rythym,
The needful human patterns of food and rest.
Soon, we will return to the camp, but again-
War’s bloodsteps follow.
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