In His Eyes
I have been watching the man in the mirror
His eyes are a vortex full of hope and vague ideas which gave to life
And the war is ideal and romantic
And in ten weeks he has trained and learned more than he ever did in ten years of school
I have been watching the man in the mirror
Now his eyes are of the utmost superficiality and his face is closed against his hard existence
Through his ears I hear the raging explosion of mines mingled with gunfire but all the man can do is simply duck
His only weapon is his instinct and he is now an unthinking animal
A beast
I have been watching the man in the mirror
His eyes are hardly recognizable as his skin is torn by the paw of a raging beast
I try to reach for him
But he is in a whirlpool and I am far from it’s center
I see the man in the mirror
His eyes are of pure terror
Rarely does an incident strike a spark but in him I see a flame of grief
He suddenly has clear conscious thought and terrible yearning flares up and burns him
There is the most dementing convulsion
And he thinks
And he is destroyed
He is alone in the darkness continuously watching and waiting for the menace of death
And it takes him
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