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You look up at me with placid eyes
staring blankly.
The earth has soiled you of any meaning.
You are no longer innocent.
And you’re a boy.
Your leather sheath and iron
have counted your survival.
And you survived
because you looked me back.
Bread wretched unto tangled fingers.
You live by this and moose blood,
and a cross you know not bore.
You are just a boy.
You are free now, and may live on.
I close our eyes.
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You look up at me with placid eyes
staring blankly.
The earth has soiled you of...
May I ask what inspired this poem?
digital vector
May I ask what inspired this poem?
I guess my grandfather being a WW2 vet. I can't imagine the horrors of taking another life, regardless of flag, must feel like, and to carry that feeling for the next 60 years. I guess to witness life and death with reverence