The Dreaming Soldier
Let it go..
chuck a flat stone
make it
hop, step and jump.
Send it flipping
slic, slac, dunk,
over the ripples,
reed fringed pond,
then well under, sunk..
Do it again
on a smoke silver night
and catch the light
that comes off
leaping fish
broken moon
smashed wine glasses
strewn in a ruin.
Strike a matchstick
and see cold terror
in eyes of children
hiding in a cellar
in a game of seek
and never find again.
Simple women’
village girls,
modesties frozen in fear..
too spent
to reach out
and dress themselves
once more.
Long dead mothers
from beyond graves
call out in anguish..
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