The few who return home from herewill never again be quite whole.
Combat zones. Courage and fear.
So many ways to shrink the soul.
Not just flesh that is sliced open,it’s not just bodies that blades maim;
violence plants its secret weapon
and those that return won’t be the same.
The tips of arrows, heads of spearsend of day are plucked from skin;
but war is too hard to pluck clear
from the heart once the blade goes in.
There could be other paths, directions,fields, where it’s not this one battle
and maybe they too change a person
they’re not the same once they travel;
I’ll take that road and see for myselfif peace can be found a different route,
if a change in travel plans will help
and a war-free way to be will suit.