The Marine Poem by Alison Whitehouse

He stares at his sister
What's wrong, mister?
He shakes his head
And looks at her with dread
She can see in his eyes
Many goodbyes
To his young lover
A brother
In hundred plus
His skin cries for us
His eyes tire of this
This deadly kiss
The gun cold
It's horrors untold
A fellow brother too
They miss you
While she has waited
Be a warrior, anticipated
He pats my head
To finish the tasks ahead
He walks away to strife
And to live a hero's life