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