For the Soldiers. For The Wives

For those whom couldn't see their children grown up.

Rifleman and Captain
downed by the bullets
barrelling out of broke butts
bought by beards, shot in fear-
another lesson for you on here.
Checkpoint murder simmers down
to the protection of a gate,
leave on gas mark four and it’ll bubble back up
frowning in rage, an insane glare.

Just read now the tale of innocence,
a kidnapped kid fighting for defence-
lost from his post in blind darkness
only to end up at the muzzle end
of Taliban Heartless;
a mirror image to Highlander
only hiding beneath a costume of panic
holding a prop of panic
seeing the eyes of panic
across from him turn white, back to organic.