WIFE OF A SOLDIER

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In the death of the night
The tattoo sounds
Like the crow of a cock
Calling her hubby
To a dance of life and death
The booths and camouflage
Leave the wardrobe
In a strange and sluggish orgy
As the cap smiles on the head
Of the agile gentleman

Hairs sprouts on her tender palms
Like grasses in a field
Dejection and worry
In her sobbing eyes
Depicting a deprivation of comfort
But the clarion call
Mustn't be seen as a mere joke
It is a call to defend and forestall
The most desired tranquility

Dame's ears remain open
After his unplanned exit
To face the enemy of state
As endless lithurgies
Envelope the abode left by the husband
Her mind listens and hears
A million voices in a second
And her voice becomes
Emotionally drained and laden
While delicious aliments
Become very tasteless

What if he doesn't return home?
What if he's on his way?
What if he's among the missing ones?
As pessimism struggle with optimism
Her heart bleeds profusely
Making her smiles crooked
And her laughter brief
As a weighty rock
Rests on her mind all day long.