Sunday, June 12, 2011

I hear the sounds of muddy soldiers
Awakened I am at night
Under a silent moon and sleeping star, they march
The empty eyes
The white skeletons walking, the smoky battle of fury behind
What of these clean streets of time, emptied by a sweeping breeze?
These answered soldiers marching to that young man's call
Under the silent moon and sleeping star,
The deathly bones of skinless men
Awake I see what's left in time: their muddy sweeping lives


Poets United said...

Masterful imagery!

Human Paradox said...

Great atmosphere SC. Keep them rolling out. I'm a hungry midnight bum, you're a Salvation Army Snack Truck.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

So powerful and moving. Wonderful imagery. Love it....