The Land of the Almost Dead

You leave again 

your journey short but dread 

a few numb steps that lead 

to the land of the almost dead 

 

You made the winter ice path

you made the single gate

the bridge into a war zone 

that does not lead to hate

 

The summer path is bordered

with beauty unobserved

by a girl processing images 

as a daughter undeserved

 

Feet weigh uneasy steps

no ley line friend to guide

you find your way alone 

no camouflage to hide

 

Foot soldiers do not question 

the orders from on high

a hail of torment duties

this mission no one dies

 

Inside there is no sound

with stealth you move ahead

scenes of outrage validate

the land of the almost dead

 

You leave again

returning steps no lighter

beaten by experience

an experienced survivor