In the UK November the 11th is the one day in the year we remember our dead of so many wars. The Great War 1914-1918 ended on the 11th hour of the11day of the 11th month of 1918. But this poem is dedicated to all wars and all nations, the futility of conflict is a lesson we never seem to learn
Quiet now Night wind gentle on the killing grounds Silent now The guns have lost their appetite ~ Leftover life lingers in the yellowed earth Pinned on the wire nest The half-faced man embraces death as a lover And the lice go about their business ~ The old men refill their glasses Bend over their maps Move the little flags forward For the morrow ~ The woman looks down at the child Fingers the unopened telegram The cross carvers are on overtime Mary will have her blue dress
A moving tribute to life wasted to satiate the egos of failed politicians. There are few poets on any boards where I know before I even open the thread that i am in for a treat but you Cari are one of them.
The selfish poet
Little poet starts to cry I have no replies, oh why, oh why To get replies you have to give em On others work, then your forgiven.
I'm emotional and speechless .... Cari you have the ability to move people with your writing, this just said it all. We just don't pay tribute enough to the men and women who gave up so much and suffered beyond what we could ever imagine. K xx tearful.
Strong contrasts make this piece more emotive, Cari. The killing fields, futile men moving inhuman markers, dreaded telegram and "Mary will have her blue dress": life goes on, very differently. *sighs* H x
"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds." ~ Albert Einstein