Soldier Seeking

Wall consuming brick and mortar 

Cementing in the last ounce left in you

Files and dot coms,

Myriad numbers to fall in line

Taking the cudgels of the cause

To feed the money grinding machine…

And let the deserted field see one more season

Of the grazing ground, fast fading into 

Cracked wrinkles of the desolate earth.

Gather around, fall in line!

Don't look down, don't look up

March to the Temple where the

War for redemption will swell up

Hut! Say Hut! Take that crutch and take it to the Temple

Where you will redeem your Medal!

Grovel in mud - Attaboy! Grovel harder!

Beg-steal-borrow. But don't let that crutch go!

You're a soldier with no redemption

Nein sorrow, nein pain - nein Fear.

You're going to be brave 

Pushed into the alter of martyrdom.

No pyre, no statues, no rewards waiting

Only an unending war of the worlds

Till you seek for redemption

Outside the Temple, 

Into the grazing wild.