The Poetry of World War IV - 12

The Poetry of World War IV - 12
Christopher Bogart

“One eternal flame –“

1.
He fled the field for
The safety of the shore,
The birthplace,
The beginning.

And as he ran
Through the tall grasses
Of his life,
Of many lives,
He felt the pain
Of life
Of loss
Of hate
Of fate that seemed
To be ever-present,
Overpowering,
Inevitable.

And when, at last,
He felt the sand
Beneath his feet,
He stopped stock still
And looked to the sky
For his salvation.