JEREMIAD: "LACHIN CORRIDOR" BY J.M.

The memories linger;

Static, like frozen smoke

Nostalgic, unsavory remnants

Grotesquely hanging torn drapes,

Dangling in mists of tasking times

In cobwebbed memory passages,

I trespass them, horror corridors

Down dens of marauding predators

Terrified to disturb the long dead,

Lest they wake with a sombre tale

I behold them jumbled wrecks,

Smouldering heaps of charred steel

splintererd metal on mined conduits,

Abandoned to nature's tested mercy 

Some scale them, mountain peaks,

Our Jordans of modern world 

In claws of merciless thorns

Where many slip to gory ends,

exploding to mince in mined trails

I travelled it, golgotha road;

In crusades of the steel-hearted

Horror treks of bally tolls,

On our morbid and old alike

As I look down the grim stretch,

Monstrous serpent leading yonder

Deep beyond eerie horizons

I see them bony hands,

Beckoning flickers of faded hope

Over slouchy shoulders I see him,

A drooped, shapeless bundle

wheezing in mocking wind gusts, 

Numbed by colds of time

I left him there,

A solitary fallen mass

Frozen words on twisted lips,

Eyes screaming a muted warning.

J.M@Savannah Inks

2023

- Zimbabwe

The poet persona confesses the pains which soldiers go through. These pains are excessive experiencing of nature and professional assignments. Hence, he adds that even soldiers, demonstrate warning others to aspirate carefully into the life of military.