Miro is a soldier
like me and everybody
but not.
Miro is a warrior, taken
and accepted like his face
rising for courage
like revenge
and insolance
and happy patriotism.

Miro comes home every two weeks
for the weekeend
and then, passing all the little houses
of my neighbourhood in the dark
and going out, we only meet less.

Miro is a warrior soldier
and made himself
not himself for the purpose
of the passage
but not.
Miro barely changed,
unlike me,
because he's stronger.
he goes out and in
in coldest weathers
in coldest people
in rapist people
because someone
decided to
signed to
deprived to.

Miro comes home every two weeks.
not like before, when i saw him everyday.
there wasn't much time and
and I knew , we knew it well.

One day theres going to be a war and Miro will fight he will
fight and he'll fight and fight and fight fight fight
and he'll die and he'll be killed and fight and he will be killed
and not immediately because he's not like them
but soon enough there won't be a chance to the struggle and
a stray bullet a dark spot a shell a hit and dark
rat-shit holes like in those miserable green posters on the walls
with the torn shoes torn shirts holes torn arms
paper will crumple and plaster will fly and uniforms will crumple
they will be proud for another time like the bloody
posters they feed and the way they wanted it and he will be killed
for another stupid time without memory and just them
and there won't be highschool art class anymore and he won't be
and his parents i wonder what their face will be.

Miro is a soldier
for the real time,
so easy or the boy
unchanged
and we knew, for once
but not.
A source of pride and happiness
for a nation
of happy little warriors
filled with tin.
but no, not.
Miro was sucked inside
and if there was a last man
-boy,boy,boy,boy,boy-
who will change,
and I can see him changing
them.
I have no words for Miro
but oh, no, not!

and Miro will come home again this weekend
and we will meet again, then
he will go soon and he's gone
I am not trying to tell him anything, honest
but he knows to take the hint and the change
and to take
and to hold

and miro has gone
back again for the week
and I wish I could say, 'oh no not!'
we say goodbye and he fades into the people
and I wish I could say, 'oh no not!'
does he look back, ever?
do I really- I really wish that not ?
Miro has gone back to the base
and he's fading into the crowd,
I can almost see him inside the tank