WOUNDED WARRIOR (A MEMORY FROM THOSE WHO NEVER CAME HOME)

He was frozen in confusion...
When while sealing the height...
He was shot in the back...
By a faceless knight.

The blood poured from his ear...
And he could not hear...

His eye like a spout...
Dripped upon his cheek, the blood of doubt.

Two red rivers...from his nose did flow...
Upon the ground, of a land...he did not know.

And as he stared into space...
With blood on his face...
He almost knew...where he would go.