A Knock At His Door
a knock at his door
signal of war
he knows no more
arrive at the line
cigarette kills the time
silence jars his mind
bullets float past his head
he fancies himself dead
meadow's splattered blood-red
he chokes, gags and he runs
falls to the ground, done
glorious victory, hard-won
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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