The Retreat

 this time has finished me.
 
I feel like the German troops
whipped by snow and the communists
walking bent
with newspapers stuffed into
worn boots.
 
my plight is just as terrible.

maybe more so.
 
victory was so close
victory was there.
 
as she stood before my mirror
younger and more beautiful than
any woman I had ever known
combing yards and yards of red hair
as I watched her.
 
and when she came to bed 
she was more beautiful than ever
and the love was very very good.
 
eleven months.
 
now she's gone
gone as they go.


this time has finished me.
 
it's a long road back
and back to where? 
the guy ahead of me 
falls.
 
I step over him.
 
did she get him too?

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