You knew
That you’d never come
back.
You left
In formation blessed
By the bishop
But you knew
You’d never come
back.
And you, you tried
To reach him,
You tried to get to
him.
And you, you wanted
to save him,
You had nothing to
save him with.
You tried.
And the army not
skilled
In prayer
Prayed for him
And you and you and
you
Prayed for him
And let him go.
Joseph J Kozma