I did not go with them

I did not fight with them

Nor did I cry

or starve

with them. But sure

a day will come

when I fall back

to let them resurrect

just from my toying box

to be their general

commander

field marshal

thus loving them

thus killing them

for all those good things

wars have been made.

You survived.

Some day.

Some hour.

Without

the descent of

bombers. Without

hungry cheeks.

The way to tram

along the broken corner.

The passage to bakery

long before

time

was set up.

Now let your

body

get

home.