Farewell To Arms

Where do you go
when your war has been won

The enemy vanquished,
the legion’s undone

What do you do
when your purpose is gone

The feelings still burning,
the will to fight strong

Where do you go,
the last battle adjourned

The fields lined in blood,
all caissons returned

As men march in unison,
their rifles unbreeched

A lone bugle calling
—the dead beyond reach

(The New Room: January, 2021)