- A Pantoum -
Toy soldiers at home in their box,
My son’s playtime a game of war.
When daring hearts wounded all clocks,
Battled blindly the grief and gore.
My son’s playtime (a game of war)
Now real, because God and country
Battled blindly. The grief and gore
My darling son bowed to, duty
Now real. Because God and country
Captured thought, forcing doubt away
My darling son bowed to duty.
Allegiance cleared the foggy grey,
Captured thought. Forcing doubt away,
Triggered souls hid camouflaged fears;
Allegiance cleared the foggy grey.
Stranded in no man’s land, for years
Triggered souls hid camouflaged fears,
Hanging on to the limbs of time.
Stranded in no man’s land for years,
Splintered warrior—child of mine.
Hanging on to the limbs of time,
These figures—strangers yet brothers,
Splintered. Warrior child of mine
Longing familiar others,
These figures strangers, yet brothers.
In murky mist disease and death
Longing. Familiar others
So far away . . . Alone, last breath
In murky mist. Disease and . . . death.
Earth sifted existence. Clustered
So far away, alone. Last breath.
How still my child lies, undisturbed.
Earth sifted, existence clustered.
Shrapnelled spirits, life—suspended.
How still my child lies. Undisturbed,
A lost essence now—expended.
Shrapnelled spirits, life suspended
When daring hearts wounded all clocks.
A lost essence now. Expended
Toy soldiers. Back home in their box.
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