Snow Soldier by Josh Gaines

Snow Soldier by Josh Gaines

Snow Soldier

No one tells him
his rifle is nothing
more than a broomstick.
A carrot nose
cannot smell a lie.
Coal eyes reflect
nothing, absorb us all.

In a warm night rain
a whitetail deer
eats the nose.
His eyes soak
black into the mud.
Arms fall as
every branch of
military one day will.

I wish we had given him
a mouth instead of a gun.
I wish he could have said
something before he left.

Or maybe melting
into a resting of leaves
says enough.

© 2016 by Josh Gaines


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