The Reluctant Soldier: XXVII
Posted May 20th, 2017 by Gracithe1andonly
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I have no doubt that a true hero has died,
On this black day. The sun still dares to shine, but
The blackness is seen in the smoke of the flame
Bearing him outward.
I sometimes wish I could be crushed for a time,
Under lethargy or illness. But no; I
Soldier on, soldier on, growing drier as
Mother Earth falls down.
What is friendship made of? What composes the
Bonds between two people, sometimes disparate,
But singing harmonies, not dissonances?
It is very sweet.
Something has gone through the chink in my armor,
Someone has tickled my funny bone; and now
I am rolling on the ground in laughter’s throes,
Some burdens are simply too heavy for men;
Two stone of steel worn as armor, for one thing;
Amhrion’s conscience for another. In short,
Hurrah for leather!
The idea of a deity scares me,
A he or a she with such power in hand
To make of the world a toy. If he is just,
All my friends will die.
The Spring is a time for new beginnings, but
Beginnings are not always good. Now begins
A repeat of the most ancient mistake; for
War breeds only war.
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