Lonely Soldier Abroad (France; Ww2)
'To live each day', spurred on is he;
'As it were your last'.
Granting what each of its sense begs
Viable with Death, hovering near
Voicing its warning:
'Rites of passage my realm into
To no flesh panders! '
Thursday, April 1, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: war,lust,death