Do they cry for me,
As I cry for them?
As the desert breeze lulls me to sleep?
And as I walk along this stormy beach,
Do they send a boat to rescue me?
Waves crest upon the shore,
In a seductive dance of chance,
And the sun that beams,
A subtle dream,
Lights the rhythm of war dance.
What say to me,
That hasn’t already been said?
For heroes blood has been shed,
So injudicious fears could be fed.
Honor becomes the triumph of the dead,
As consummation becomes the burden of the led.
So what becomes of me?
A shell from my innocent self?
A departing tide from my farewells?
An archive for the glamour of war I dispel?
For war grips tighter,
With every pass day.
And as my silent scars become my portrayal,
Will my steps become my pursuing betrayal?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s