Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Embittered Daybreak

An embittered daybreak on the battlefield
Dead combatants lie amidst the tall grass
The Inner Circle stoops over maps and
Those Generals cast shadows over the landscape
Destroying, then sculpting, then rebuilding

And when they speak columns of soldiers obey
‘We’ll bomb them off the face of the planet,’
They say. And horseback riders stop and stumble
‘The Calvary have arrived,’ we cry
And I send a prayer into the sky

But the deity I plead with is deaf
Or maybe dead, like the bloodied corpses
That stain the earth crimson
And my words remain unheard
And no miracle is despatched.


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