Behind the Laughter

 

 

He nods and he smiles, his sword and shield

The helm’s visor kept his hurts concealed

Ink-vine scars and wounds that never healed

Were among the things he never revealed

Navigating stormy seas even-keeled

 

He did not bend, or scrape and never kneeled

Nor did he cry when his Fate was sealed

Stayed he his fears, his nerves he steeled

He nods and he smiles

 

Backroom cronies, souls wheeled and dealed

While crosses bloom in Flanders’s Field

And the heart had been mined to maximum yield

Tapping the ribs of the glockenspiel

Sad music played, to Higher Power appealed

He nods and he smiles

 

T J Therien

 

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