The Salute

The Salute

A Poem by Caseypowers

The soldier sweats one lonely river

From the corner of his eye

While a tributary drop forms

Rains of pain

For his wounded comrade


Nostrils flare

Inhaling Injury he bears

His own hurt and friend’s agony

Wondering how it could be


Not knowing what to do

He salutes

Tattered red, white, and navy blue

Still flying high

In pure Robin’s egg sky


Stained by murky battle

Stars fade into dirty white

No longer bright

While red bleeds

Into soon to be night

And inhuman screams

Remind of the jungle’s dying cry

As one man takes his death breath






© 2011 Caseypowers

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Added on November 27, 2011
Last Updated on November 27, 2011