Never before
Never before has cold grass swayedtheir icy necks indifferent
to the passing of seasons
grim and mongering tale
too short to be told more than once
on a long unsteady night.
The dying drums of war
that bleed in all of vanity
spike the bird's eye
high above the barren froth
of grass in crystal silence
beckoning no more.
Families and trees all gone
like fathers long before we
that wait our turn
to fill the gap of the gifted
can see the sun of all days
drink the sea to salt.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2005-10-27 at 23:20
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