Warrior Poetry: Atmospherics
By Anonymous RU Fan
Bad news spreads through old platoons
Like echoes bouncing off 50-mile canyons
Heron’s cries across broad lagoons.
Some men live long, unhappy lives
And fade from the memories of everyone.
Others live the short, sweet sorrow
Of passing with young faces fresh
In the closed eyes of their brothers.
They take their last breath full of foreign dust
And live on as those hyperbolic paragons of courage
All sinewy fortitude and good spirits,
Frail humanity hidden except in broken bodies.
All this as a sliver of a generation struggles to part ways
At once puzzled and dourly resigned as their friend is
Cloaked under star-spangled cloth
And dangerless gunfire.
Seven crisp reports,
As the warfighters flinch, barely, knowingly
And the startled civilians feebly battle to comprehend
What would drive the young and talented
To this dirt-covered end.