The Vet and the Moving Wall

He stood there

silent and proud

Covered with sadness

Like a new fallen snow.

His eyes, they tell a tale

Of the Warrior's curse

Hidden beyond most

Save those who've paid

In mind or blood.

I think he mourns

For youth, life, faith ordalian

And names forever branded

In marble memory.

The wall he avoided

Now comes to him.

Excuses beckon no more

Voices cry out inside.

Peace long fought

Is no longer negotiable

As tears ease a burden

Shouldered

Much as his pack was.

(c) RLT