Civil War Poem by Masaomi Tezuka

I enjoyed it! Very good poem. Your style, enigmatic, like some precognition, an oracle. How come you have so few of poems posted? Also, I have read another 2 of yours, very short. Be my friend?

this is very good but w/ a few spelling errors...this is wat it should say...i think; As I emerge from my tent so early and sleepless, Slowly I walk in the cold fresh air on the path near by the hospital tent. There I see three forms on stretchers, bought out and lying untended. Curious I halt and stand a moment, Then with callous light fingers I, from the face of the first nearest, just lift the blanket; Who are you elderly man so grim and guant, with well-silvered hair, and flesh all sunken about the eyes? Who are you my fellow comrade? Then I step to the second - and who are you young child and comrade? Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming? Then to the third I step - a face not young nor old, very calm and cool, as of beautiful yellow-white pearl; Young man I think I know you - I think I'm face to face with Christ himself, Brother of all even though dead and divine, and again here he lies.