One-Man Army Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I remember
During those chagrined
Nights at the sunken garden,

I dreamt of becoming a soldier
As I slept unconsciously
On a marble bench.

These flimsy arms
Are regarded
With restraint.
I could
Never hold a
Rifle
But I could
hold the two deadly
Arms of
Love.

A whole army
Against havoc
And you have
A field of
Dead bodies.

Look here,
Dear reader.
Take one man
Into the field of
Love - a war
And take the
War away from him

There,
You’d have
A prickly world
With shards
Of who that
Man was.