The Joys of a Soldier
When you take your boots off
At the end of a day and the
World is a little better than
You found it that morning.
When you come home to your
Family, and you know they will
Never have to fight the war you
The scar from the shrapnel that
Only nicked the skin and failed
To pierce the muscle. The steady
Gaze in your eyes of being home
Sick and wanting a better world.
Through it all, the knife you
Carried, the knife you were,
The men you didn’t lose.
They would have followed you
Into hell, just to be at your side.
The joys of a soldier in a better
World, where those boots don’t have
To hit the ground again.
Those young eyes that will never have
To see what you did. Maybe the war will
Be a thing of the past, but always your
Past. The joy of peace is what you crave.
In a machine that brews hate, the free ground
You stand upon for all men makes the pain
Feel worthy of your time.
- winter 2015