Death of a Lady Soldier

Three warriors strong, of fleeting Foot, beset by columns of night’s Thick soot, to waadi’s tears dried Long and loud, waits deadly mine With shrapnel’s shroud Rocks as mailbox, scattered Round,but no letters can be found, One foot ignites, a flash of gas, Sleeping soldier, foot of lass Her mind now scattered, poems And loves, the semblance of a Tattered glove; by lovely Face, old Troy was won, now lies Shattered, in the sun Wailing much and beating hearts, Comrades gather, fits and starts, Radio crackles, hoist at last, To the copter, goes brave lass Spirit visits mum and dad, brief Young lover, surly, sad; Valhalla Waits, brave angels’ girl; farewell Banners, rise quick, unfurl Written for Open Poetry Contest 11/7/15