Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The tower cries

The Tower cries
a moat of tears
for lives completed
in their incompleteness.
We circle round
in a dance
of remembrance
our unremembered lives
A ‘last post’
assaults the sky
sounding its portal
to other times and lives,
mingling tears and blood.

Guns salute wars that were
but  echo on in wars that are
and wars that still will come.
In the going down of the sun
and in the morning
we continue them
and the mourning.

And all around on this night
fireworks brand the sky
the battlefield of our senses
scourged with persistence.

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