FOES
Oh, if only this were so on a massive scale! I turned: and there he stood, the boy they’d made my foe. How young the face: how fresh, how wide the eyes: how blue, of the boy they’d made my foe. Mirrored in my foe’s blue eyes were all my hopes and fears: on his young lips tremulous lay the horror of every war: in the boys that they make foes. My fate in his hands that day; his untimely death in mine: as we gazed upon each other, in the mad clamour of battle: boys who’d been made foes. I could not... Sign in to see full entry.