War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

Death on Ex (Soldier Sonnet #2)

He staked May Day forever as his last
prairie turned half-mast. Where winter’s grass rolled
green promising, his road to war dead-ended.
Distant, frost-bitten the edge of camp lay,
where canvas flapped at spring, where tents ringed green—
his leaguer separate from the rest of us—
gusted dust, gusted blast, gusted wilderness.
Sapper couldn’t see how easy earth pushed
pasque flower, silver sage, the old story.
Opening for him, again. And I remember sunrise
the morning he remained suspended.
Carpenter, builder, he was destroyer,
this son, this brother, this soldier, lover,
when godlike he’d refused life. Or mercy.

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