Sediment Soldier Poem by Saint Eule

In the sediment of war like swamp mud stirring my blood,
it flows through my veins.
In the sediment of war infused by orders giving up my
independents to unseen pains.

In the sediment of war settled but easily stirred up
thoughts of confusion.
In the sediment of war sitting alone in the hallway
waiting for transfusion.

Easily shaken the sediment rises, my blood mixed with those fallen.
Trying to let the sediment rest, doing my best to fulfill my calling.
Family seem like strangers, the years were like decades.
My scars invisible to the naked eye, the question often why?

For honor, for glory, for capitalism - returning home to the tenement.
I forgot why -often cry, there is no glory in war - only the sediment.

Will the years free me from the unknown soldier, the untold story.
The friend who shared a ditch, will I ever see again.
Will my limbs ever return? tell me ….… Did we win?

Whatever happens - I must remain sane.
I need a transfusion this sediment must never reach my brain.
A transfusion of hope.