Who is he?
He who scars the earth
He who pushes back against the venom
Or helps it on its way.
He is just a man in distant place
Who knows where to put his hands,
Where to put his feet,
And what might happen when he does.
No armor of silver
No heart of royalty
No body of stone
A mind like any other mind.
A chest rack plastered in dirt
A heart, red and fragile
A body, tired and broken
A mind, as precious as a mind can be.
He is just a man in distant place
Who knows where to put his hands,
Where to put his feet,
And what might happen when he does.
Men of valor. Respect!
Thank you!
Just a man? One shaped by the knowledge of what will happen. Great read.
“One shaped by the knowledge of what will happen” — well put!