Colin F. Jones

SOLDIERS

Courage from despair the fearful gather,
That with heroes they might well compare,
For in desperation they stand together,
To do what alone they would not dare.
All that they fumbled with in training,
Transpired to emerge as auto-skill,
With every nerve end still retaining,
The art that drives a man to kill.
The gentlest man becomes the savage
That occupies his inner bone;
That he carries in his heart the damage
When he returns to peace and home.
To live with a demon he can’t manage,
An evil spirit in his soul sown.