a soldier’s prayer

By Steve Allen. Aldinga, SA

Where I lay, my body stuck
on this sodden ground,
only my spirit can now move.

My first battle was my last.

I hardly drew a warrior’s breath
through youthful lungs.
The fierce roars of passionate men
now lay in utter silence.
I hear them not.

Wind picks up my soft hair
as if I still had life.
I am thankful I hear no groans,
I feel no pain.

If I am found before my body is decayed,
I would be grateful for that,
so, bury me deep in love.

It is said I am brave, a hero,
I really had no choice.

I think I would rather be alive.

Lest we forget.

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