Where do you go
when your war has been won
The enemy vanquished,
the legion’s undone
What do you do
when your purpose is gone
The feelings still burning,
the will to fight strong
Where do you go,
the last battle adjourned
The fields lined in blood,
all caissons returned
As men march in unison,
their rifles unbreeched
A lone bugle calling
—the dead beyond reach
(The New Room: January, 2021)
Raison D' Etre
What purpose Poetry,
if not to transcend
The mundane, the broken,
those roads with no end
With every feeling
new words are reborn
To speak to Creation
—and live readorned
(The New Room: January, 2021)
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Well written as always Kurt. I like your work it speaks to me well.
Thanks Jerry, you made my night.
Great question - those first two lines. Homelessness, PTSD, high suicide rates, scandals. Picture not good.
Plus, well said Jerry.
Dave
Thanks Dave
Kurt, your first poem made me think deeply. Indeed, where do they go? We expect them to rejoin civilian life as if nothing happened. Your poems are extraordinary!
Again, I thank you. Thomas Wolfe said "You can never go home again."
A Brilliant Write!
but sadly, there will never be a 'farewell to arms', for you see
defence budget's are agreed upon, before
any election hopeful dares put their name in the 'ring',
while all the time, great men of courage
who sadly: trust in nothing but 'might', insure
there's always a new threat 'visible' in democracy's ever-foggy 'horizon'...
Another great observation, thanks.
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