Riding nightmares to the war
he screams out his battle-cry
No-man’s land is lonely
he sees the bodies sent to die

A blackened field; trees burning
the horizon flaring red
He knows the streaks of fire
have come to claim his head

No sleep for him, or rest
for his weary soul
He cannot claim a victory
he never reached his goal

Supposed to bring his buddies home
He promised all of them
We’ll get through this boys
though how’s beyond my ken

pair of twin
sleek ribbed runners
beneath the ribbons of star

streamer dreamer
let these pale eyes
wild fill roam

flight towards
a dusk
fleeing from a dawn

strike fast the hours edge
layed surrounding
tender flesh

love letters of
words
cast in the hue
of bruise

the cry tithes

They're an eclectic company
who lie beneath the late spring sun
far too many, far too many
each some loving mother's son
all of those who've gathered here

Some from the war between the states
others thought they'd end all war
or stopped Hitler spreading all his hates
and Koreans on that distant shore
Vietnam took many who were dear

THE CHOSEN

Where is the womb
that held me.
the voices
that comforted me
and the love
that saved me
from the beast within
that tears and rips
into nothingness..

Where is the old wisdom
that took away my fear.
Do the dead see and hear.

Is there a God who knows me.