Sergeant D.Walters Poem by O.S. Brooks

Why
For any reason
Would he
Close his fist
And aim his rage
At the entrance to her soul
I have
Never
In all my years
Been torned
To such
Aggression

Believe my fingers
when they push these words together
The sound of nagging,
Myself and Her worst
Has never brought me
To such a time
A
breaking
point

I
never
in a million flared arguments
thought
of attempting
to play
giant
in
a human sized world
where sun stained beings
act as God's
and there is
no going back

So,
why
Why in all his military training
Would he grade her face
with
the wall
even
if
she
fell
into
the
arms
of
another
That was standard
war
twisted trust
and
broken families
at Fort Stewart