Onward Soldier
I must have marched the Appian Way
in triumph, for I hear the drums again,
and I am called by stouter hearts
to march among the men
who make their peace with death
and breathe it in the fight,
as seeping blood might feed
their lust through the exploding night.
I want to feel the shiver on my spine
when cannon steel
tears into quivering flesh
before white flags might interfere
and steal what now is mine.
Oh yes, I tremble too
when sallow men negotiate.
I will have none of that.
I want to be a patriot
before it is too late.
Lord, make for me an enemy
that I can love to hate.
~
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