A Soldier's Homecoming
sometimes
in those thousand single moments
beauty collides with fate
in delicate injustice-
painful regulation
and the absurdly terrifying sound of stillness:
eyes, once opened,
closed with no parenthesis,
and all that is left for me
to love
is the memory of blue eyes that no longer sweep the sky,
the echo of a forgotten song,
and a sullen black coffin adorned with stars.
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