Lou J. Klaiber

SOLDIER ALONE

Time
and mud
and young men afraid.

No letters from home!

What does it mean
to be
together?

A walk into death…………

a bag,

and the slant of sunlight
upon a face.

Helicopters
carrying pain
and the pounding drums

of war

and tears

……… and a DEROS

leading toward
the mystery of home.

Age
and pain

again.

©Copyright November 2004 by Lou J. Klaiber