Treasure Island

Ian Jobst

(October 14,1999 / Oxford)

The Soldier


That soldier on the battlefield
With mere poultice cannot be healed
His body adorns no cut nor bruise
Yet his pain is not a ruse
It is of the soul, and mind
He has lost something he's yet to find
He dropped it long ago,
On a battlefield before
It his heart which doth he deplore

Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2014

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