Passion Play

It is a play within a play
a story pleading to be told
a day like any other day
but he lies bleeding in the cold.

It is a war to end all war
an end to evil as we know it.
His death will cut me to the core
as once again we blow it.

Soldier! Soldier!
What do you carry? 
When do you marry?
Why do you tarry?
What is it that you bury?

Child! Child!
I carry death and sorrow.
I marry you tomorrow.
I tarry to compose my thoughts,
to store them in a wooden box.
I bury it beneath the earth
and try to understand the worth
of time I cannot borrow.

With that the soldier turns away
tomorrow speeding to unfold
a day like any other day
but he lies bleeding in the cold.

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