The Soldier

Blows
A cold wind
above this desolate valley.
Burn
The abandoned homes
of this little ghost town
Soldiers
a long snake
walking under the scorching sun
Red
their eyes
in the dust raised by their boots

Tears,
Returning home
perhaps
or heading to the front
I do not know
in this eternal war.
Sadness,
wherever they will go
into battle
or far from it
homeward
or far away.

I,
a green dot
lost in a sea of green.
Wherever I go I do not know
but who knows
in this infinite war
back home
or away.
Wherever I will go
There will be loneliness
Wherever I will go
There will be horror
Wherever I will go
There will be suffering
because wherever I will go
you won’t be there.