| This Week's Poetry The Archives |
| The Soldier He stands stoically... His face, set in stone, shows no emotion. His squinted eyes and clenched jaw Never falter or ease. Only the trembling in the hands at his side Betray him, showing his fear of The unknown. What is to become of him? He thinks of his fallen brothers. He lives only to serve. Serves only to die. Dies so that others may live To stand in his place, To stand stoically. |