POEM – Front

Front by kmls

There is a story of two sides engaged in a bloody war.
Christmas Day dawned to find the soldiers
hunkered down in muddy trenches,
waiting for the inevitable call to arms.

Instead, one by one, they found themselves
walking out into no man’s land with their
weapons left behind to dance
arm in arm with the
enemy.

Here too the lines are drawn.
We have spent long hours with pick and shovel
cutting deep down into the marrow of our bones,
raising up barbed-wire barricades of brokenness.

Will we lay down these weapons,
our barbed tongues,
leave behind this fetid ditch,
step out into the ravaged land
between us and
dance?

Keith Lyndaker

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