We’ve seen them on their departure:
Young men, older men, all someone’s
son, husband, father – all now one;
now Russia’s final sacrifice;
and all to assuage one man’s vice.
They shuffle together, now close
in their cheap uniform clothes;
all their individuality
ironed out for the coming fight,
for which they are ill-prepared.
The lucky ones will run scared;
the rest will come home in coffins.
© D G Moody 2022