UNSATED TRIUMPH
I may be in a trench
When you hear of me,
Probably;
With half- filled belly,
And unquenched thirst
Framing a lawn for you all and the like
To rescind you out of muzzy days.
I may be staggering
When you know of me
Perhaps;
With swollen heels
And maltreated, pus-filled cracks
Soothing apostles to live at ease
Lending the gun relic from league.
I may be breathing my last
When you see me,
Possibly;
Lying peacefully
With ensign of league over my torso,
On the soil
Where I’d first opened my eyes
And closing them forever then.