when they ask me
why I believe-- i have
no facts, i have no
witness other than
myself, hardly a
soldier but still
in the field of
my own trenches
and we never know
when the allies move
when we are so lost
in the forests, the brush,
the barns at midnight
with no sleep
i have lost hope more
times than i can count
more times than a fighter
should
unable to see the work
being done for a war
i hardly participate in
by others and leaders
without titles all
vessels unrelenting
and then suddenly
there is change and
ground has been made
has been taken
and I have been made
such a fool, such a faithless
thing, abandoning my post
so often but he
still comes for

me.