Dark Soldiers

A piece about people

The words we learn have no meaning

But by rote

Before the days guns thunder

Into life again.

We are caught in the humdrum

While Time marches on

To leave us

Dry, old soldiers

Marked;

Bitten by a cold war

We can never halt

nor comprehend.

Some - behind lines -

Seized more time

To find; unearth this knowledge of ourselves;

This system.

'How much will I be changed?

Before I am changed'?

Life’s dark soldiers:

When will you come -

And will you come -

To understand

The true shapes of the borders of this war?

We share with our all our voices and our ways, our roles;

Our selection of campaigns that take their quiet toll

Within the flow, directing flow of the transfixing river...

before the new days thunder comes.

2014/15

Author's Note

not necessarily about actual soldiers.