The Edge

A poem about soldiers and war.

It's incredible how moments in time 

can be boiled down like stanzas in rhyme

how seconds in motion 

can make such a commotion 

for the man laid on the edge

How pieces of the past can last, for hours

in the mind that begs for stronger towers

in the heart of one fighting alone

surrounded by brothers simularily prone

men laid on the edge

A single flash man becomes antiquity

metal arms lashing out liberally 

people running as numbers in a mass

one to go and one to pass

an army on the edge

Moments spread thin

one side to win 

a hundred others to die in the din

uncle sam struck on the chin

a people on the edge

A final second in the evening twilight

as the survivor huddles in a corner in fright

a hero to some a viliam to others

a pretty good guy in the eyes of his brothers

but still at his core

a man laid on the edge