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Date Posted: 00:24:20 03/23/01 Fri
Author: Doug S
Subject: The Post

The Post

Before the authoritative eyes, with mouths ordering my attention
I marched into the darkened world, in file straight with cadence
Wiggling trail of manhood, to a destination by order given
peeling off in groups of none, to lonely fearful watches done

The night's threatening voices heard, if you listen closely,
scary thoughts of fear roam round, imagination mostly.
Covering darkness, cloudy haze, for my eyes a slow adjustment.
Eyes moving in nervous wobbly swirls of light for my amusement.

That blackened blanket of nothingness, safe to some, no threat,
here alone within this pit, has a world of it's own, I truly fret.
Stand your post, do not abandon it, stick it out in spite of it.
The post, the post is your dying devotion and so sit.
Said the Sergeants. More shit......

Wait until properly relieved, the glue that holds it together.
keeping you in place with a higher fear, court martial, firing squad,
and hell, the fellows around you need you at your post in the squad.
Oh God!

So all the fears and images that appear, in the silent slithering night,
you stay at your post, scared to go piss for the most, a lonely plight.
The post, the post, my pit in hell alone I boast,
reminding me of the monster under my bed the most,
then a child I was,
fearing the darkness wrapped around my bedpost.
That's the way it must be,
I'm now a soldier you see.
Another brave soldier at his most, the post.

Doug S 2001©

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