(The Great War Soldier)
Unfeelingly I grasp my hands around his head
I jerk them in a twisting motion –
His neck crackles like a dried up leaf.
That leaf which grew in summer heat
Was born in springtime’s rainy haze
But fell to earth as Autumn waned
To be covered in remorseless cold.
Cold, that I, brought forth to be
As I, the reaper chose his fate
So like Death himself, I am
Detached and feared above all else.
All else is just another phrase to me
I knew, held it, loved it once
Before this life,
Time, now turning me to diamond
Where I’ll outlast the years
Cold, morose and lifeless.
May he rest in peace.