Colin F. Jones


He shivers as he lays there in the rain,
Gritting his teeth against the searing pain,
A lifetime flashes through his cloudy mind,
But all of that he knows he’s left behind.
The shooting over his comrades have all gone,
And he lays alone – a victim of the gun.
Tears join the rain to trickle down his cheek,
His lips are quivering but he cannot speak.
“Oh God don’t leave me in this jungle rot,”
(So far from home where so badly he was shot).
A great calm wells up and as his soul departs,
They stand about him; men with faithful hearts
And lift his body from the soggy ground,
Carrying him through the rain without a sound.