loaded with courage on our gunny bags
the asset the hills mannequined
fell flat to the eyes
wised up only to target 'moves'.
Faintly the tools dressed
and tents flake- hooked
mission yet not accomplished
having a campfire, no
not quite intended.
A sudden lamina of snow fell
the cannons sprang on guard
the frontiers seemed afloat
a while ago it was inert.
my eyes ambushed him: pale skin, green eyes
matched his pair of boots
Soldier was he.
Guarding his country backyard
equally retaliatory was I
chivalry roaring,
he gifted me his last smile
I felt something pushed into my throat.
The Quran had his son's picture, bookmarked
cherry-red his cheeks, snowy-white his eyes.
Myriad voices called me brave,
as I kissed the father good-bye.
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