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My Son, Far Away
My Son, Far Away In the sunny gloom of this ocean of burning Earth, the scythe of time hovers like a hungry vulture above us men of "honorable" duty, but thankfully, for my weary heart, this graveyard of sand is never too far from my son, far away. We are but men, not Gods, for every death my hands effect I kneel closer to my own. Only the bespoke hands that signed neat, dotted lines can explain this infernal farce that donned in warrior's attire the father of my son, far away. He's a fine gentleman for sure, in him I see the man I never got to be, I fear now I may never see again that little boy whose big feet long outgrew his father's shoes. If my death blocks an evil bullet, be it so. Let no bullet fly past me, and reach my son, far away. So when I die, oh brother, rest me not amid these sinners, in this bed of metal thorns and aged blood. I beseech you to, instead, lay me to rest in the soil that sculpted me, and take me home to my son, far away. War Poetry Contest Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann Date: November 12, 2021
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