Run soldier run,
see the soldier run,
run fast,
run home,
run scared,
please pause to smell the rose petal
fragrance that lingers on your wife,
soak in the smell of your newborn’s head
the milk sweetened breath
that tries to resuscitate you
with hope and dreams of a future
wrapped in an infant’s smile
and STOP
run soldier run,
I see the solider run,
run on
left over steam
from this last tour,
run with the weight
of the screaming past
riding on his back
run from the ghosts
who wake him in the night
run from the burdens
making heavy his soul
run soldier run,
we saw the soldier run with
the glinting sun’s kisses
lost in the sweat
that pours from his head
a floodgate of tears
held back too long
run soldier run
he ran, I saw him run
run ruined,
run ragged
run heavy
as he tries to run
backwards in time
the news talk;
Master Corporal Richard Curnow, 25
returning from his second mission in Afghanistan
went missing on a river valley training run for
the Death Race Marathon earlier today in Edmonton
run soldier run
see the soldier run
run into irony
as comrades search
you ran and ran
you ran from everyone’s eyes
now they seek you in green and blue flocks
you were never alone
just blinded by the sweat,
where did you run to
The news talks;
a body found 22 days later
identified as the missing solider
where the
North Saskatchewan River
swallowed the soldier whole.
No foul play,
recorded anywhere
in this death race
titled an “accident”.
This poem was inspired by an actual news article:
http://www.edmontonsun.com/2011/05/27/apparent-accidental-drowning-cause-of-soldiers-death
The author did not personally know the soldier.
©2013 r.m.jacobs