Soldier

Soldier

There’s something neglected in a medal

Soldier

Down in the couloir
Within a shadow’s needful focused
Fearful
Wakes

A jungle
A bloody trigger
A bleeding flower
A titanium rose
A screaming scarlet
Lightning twisted dawning…

A benediction

Through the subterranean humble hiss
The wind swirled in
From a lost dimension
Reading off their names…

There’s something revolutionary in a rosary

Sister

A fountain of forgiveness
Bare beads fingered
A sanctity
In the blood

A story
A resurrection
A mercy
A triumph

…We’ll march in again tomorrow

Soldier

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