Violence

Violence

(The Great War Soldier)

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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,

Another time.

Time, now turning me to diamond

Where I’ll outlast the years

Beautiful, mysterious

Cold, morose and lifeless.

May he rest in peace.