MORNING SUIT.

My right hand was covered in the
Blood of others, or so I assumed,
As the sun cutting through the mist
Insisted on my well being;
Although I bleed the same as them in
Confusion, so maybe it was mine.

My left palm was stained green from
The grass beneath where it had tried
To hide me from the horror of
Above but had been refused entry
By earth; whose only shelter
Held another soldier’s corpse.

My frame and legs were left horizontal
For longer than they had been for
A while, but were unable to be
Raised or rolled away;
I thanked the Lord no tear in my
Apparel exposed my skin’s condition.