Open Poetry #33 |
Blue and Gray |
LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Man, broken in the jaws of cruel traps Far off against a horizon of Ponderosa Pines Leaves a tattooed number on wounded necks Hounds on the murmuring throat of life consigns Haunting moonlight creeping back roads of the south Tear drops hang and quake the mouth Poring red blood into faith From a drummer’s death march they break Flees the song,”We’ve got Our War” From the dying lips of blue and gray soldiers Rain warm against their face Tigers gnawing their bootlace The essay betrays a house of silence Great horns circle the swamps With balls of thunder Where flanks circle dark pastures Unsteady earth balancing agony Sending home messages of death’s marques Misty with heavy hearts…running through thick woods Thoughts of the dead scamper up slippery rock hills Bone-chilling wind of orphaned landfills Leaving their babies behind, Fighting their way on a hillside Wandering pastures of wounded trustees Dark wild eyes speak in the night of distant relatives Cruel patriarch racing towards a shocking motive Of valiant unsung heroes with grimy skin Kissing sacrificial worship of sirens Smoke wreaths mingle with black plumes In the deadliest hour of war’s glume With the pride of black crows Tribe grows archaic and cold When all said and done They fought their way home Their sweet sweaty broken cause Given to the graves of the earth To the far off horizon of Ponderosa Pines Where slavery gave up its design |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Reminds me of a book I read a long time ago: “The Gray Soldier.” It was about the Civil War. This is a very interesting write Lee J. Enjoyed the story. JL |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Hi, LeeJ. I sure enjoyed reading you this morning -- eloquent descriptions.......jo |
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