The Battle of Private 1st Class Daniel Strouth--

I stuck a needle in my eye- I cried,
the soldier stuck a sword, in my heart nearly died.
Our fencing duo, our battle stride, 
Each step I countered I led in pride.

I stuck a needle in my eye- I'm blind.
Falling to the ground wounded I bled,
I died where I lay.
dismembered decayed Private 1st Class Daniel Ostrogoth,
dead frozen…"For a fly does not enter a closed mouth".






8/7/2019

For Romani Proverb Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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