The Parapet Poem by Jim Sularz

The Parapet



© 2013 (By Jim Sularz)


Let me muse a bit,

below the parapet.

And bask awhile,

in the sun and grit.

That I should kill,

or be killed instead?

Come my battle cry...

'Fix bayonets! '


... Dare I charge headlong,

beyond this pit?

Through War's slaughterhouse,

past the blood and spit.

Do as I'm told,

without regret?

As I plunge over...

my epitaph.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(Commemorating the 100th Anniversary of WW1)
1914-1918
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Jim Sularz

Jim Sularz

Minneapolis, Minnesota
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