Avatar Author: Tad Winslow "If you don't work nothing will." Maya Angelou Read Bio

Blood trickles
In the fight
Dead soldiers drift into the light—
Souls seep
From punctured holes
Life is put to sleep
As each sense grows
To six and on— beyond what the living knows:
The end
Means that you extend forever
Removed from your fleshly tether
Tied apart
Becoming a part
Of another land
Rising between
Where sun beams
Hit warm unearthly sand.

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  1. Avatar Charlie K

    Awesome. I love the rhythm.

  2. Avatar Marli

    I keep telling people there is a new Bard on line. The wrenching of every last morsel to the very end gets me everytime.

  3. Avatar Riley

    Wow, its awesome! owo although…

    it hits a not-so-good- part of me…. My uncle glen is in the army, i worry bout him alot… but i know he is not dumb enough to die.. right?

  4. Avatar Tad Winslow

    I’ll say a prayer for him, Micky. No it doesn’t have a whole lot to do with intelligence either way. Those who serve our country have my upmost respect, even if I disagree with why they are there in the first place, I blame the system at large for its short-sighted corruption, never a soldier who gives more than everything to secure our safety. Your uncle is both of our protectors because he fights for something that’s bigger than himself. I salute him. May he be always safe as well.