And sometimes when it gets the worst
Every footfall makes his hair stand on end
And his fingers squeeze around the trigger
And he wonders for a moment who they squeezed for
He wonders if Knowlt Hoeheimer had it easy
And sometimes when he kisses his wife
On the forehead, on leave
And he looks at the future, his duty
The things he might accomplish
Rather a thousand times the things he might accomplish
Than the easy sleep of the county jail
Or a marble statue with wings
Author notes
If you haven't read Edgar Lee Masters' (far superior) poem "Knowlt Hoeheimer," this one won't make much sense.
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- Never Forget by SomeonesToySoldier.
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