Beauty Fraught

I was a soldier, but never sure

  of those things I was 

  charged to do

 

I was asked to fight

  pick up helmet and gun

  men dying around me I knew

 

Those places I’ve been

  and the things I’ve done

  all eclipse the known profane

 

Now with beauty fraught

   you must lock the gate

     —inside this prison I remain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

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