Tyson West
A Prayer for Tin Soldiers
(Kyrielle Sonnet)
When boys forsake tin soldiers in the dust,
desire for some crib to belong will thrust
their angst to search for faith to feed their mind.
We pray they join the gang of human kind.
With bodies strong as they will ever be
some butcher—some die as death's devotee
some inhale faith to free them from war's grind.
We hope they join the pack of human kind.
Once locked into some creed's demand they kill
lads harden to men dying on the hill.
The blest will leave their bloody blades behind
should their hearts join the gang of human kind.
When boys forsake tin soldiers in the dust,
may they embrace the grace in human kind.
Bio
Tyson West has published speculative fiction and poetry in free verse, form verse and haiku distilled from his mystical relationship with noxious weeds and magpies in Eastern Washington. He has no plans to quit his day job in real estate.