The Field Surgeon
I wonder about, this beautiful boy,
Who lays here in front of me, still,
With skin that only a brute would destroy,
And a life just a demon would kill.
His eyes look at me, yet see nothing more,
For the magic behind them has gone,
Another soul slain by this God awful war,
Just death, where a spirit once shone.
But it bears on the living, to wonder for him,
As another boy waits for my time,
What sins have demanded a fate that’s so grim,
For these lads that were all in their prime.
I wonder about, this beautiful boy,
Who lays here in front of me, still,
With skin that only a brute would destroy,
And a life just a demon would kill.
His eyes look at me, yet see nothing more,
For the magic behind them has gone,
Another soul slain by this God awful war,
Just death, where a spirit once shone.
But it bears on the living, to wonder for him,
As another boy waits for my time,
What sins have demanded a fate that’s so grim,
For these lads that were all in their prime.








