First Line Auction – Poem

Incorporeal World

A moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed

That line separates what you hold dear from what total war demands

If he couldn’t cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost

With a cry only he could hear, the soldier turned

And ran


He ran over dead bodies and unloaded guns

An orwellian society full of destruction

Trying not to think about their stories

Their families

Their lives


He hopes there is a place

The total opposite of the wretched earth

A place where all those people go to when they leave

Somewhere there is peace and ecstasy


It’s an occupational hazard for all of us

To think and dream

But what if there was such a place that we risk everything

For a place that we don’t even know exists

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