Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Soldiers Being Called Home

Unreasonably straight the soldier marches
Hiding his human in unanimous starches.
Intimidation arriving on his straight lined face.
A new recruit falls in line, keeping the pace.

Soon there are seven, none with smile found.
As others fall, they join the heavenly bound.
Loud angry artillery fire all around.
It is a horrible woeful sorrowful sound.

Many barely starting out with any of experience at all.
They are being called home, these soldiers who fall.
Leaving their bodies where they fell on this dismal night
They effectively march toward a more nurturing light.

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Gershon Wolf May 24, 2020 at 11:25 AM Two thumbs up, General Krutsinger! The images you've created in the first stanza are jarring. The whole poem is great. ~ Soldier Gershon Caren Krutsinger May 24, 2020 at 9:33 PM Thank you so much. I think having a child who was in the service and living during the horrors of The Viet Nam War, has saturated the idea of war and soldiers sacrifices into my soul.