Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Cry of the living

To the fallen combatant:

Awaken us oh brave voice, now silent;
Command thee our hearts and minds, to serve
The land that bore thee; which after a salient
Battle; thy lifeless corpse still doth preserve.

Oh eyes, from the glow of life now fastened;
Release ours to the brilliant and unhindered insight
Of thy soul; that awful violence hath hastened
To the realm of eternal peace and wisdom's light

Move us oh burly sinew, now unmoving;
Into the dark and empty gorges of our fractured wit;
Where we may find more adverse cause for grieving,
Beyond thy fiery crematorium and marble lined pit.

Redeem us, oh courageous soul unyielding;
From the cruelty that hath denied us thy golden years.
Douse the fire that burns within us unceasing;
Fueling the furnace of endless ruin with our own tears.

Dawn on living souls, oh peace of the departed;
With thy gentle hands, remove the thorns of spite
from wounded hearts, and reunite brethren once parted,
And lift our hearts to love's unassailable hight.


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2 comments:

Unknown said...

nice poem, but the man is holding an airgun! was he killed by an irate crow?

halwis said...

Many thanks - you are among the few who would have managed to understand the poem. So do i have a weapons expert here?? if so, I would really like to have a chat!
:-)