A Parable Of War

Member since 2002 · Posted 21 Nov 2003 · 4 comments

Squalls of fighting doves Surge forward in a dry khaki sea. Wave after wave tumbles Crashing in to soft red rock canyons Where boys on boys Left a tide of men, Where brothers in arms, in arms embrace In a sward of scarlet dew. The useless advance in yellow fog Making eyes cry out drowned souls Which fall to Hinnomâs plasma rivers Where men become the cud of worms, Raising the ground yet further from God. I am a soldier of the King A creation of God A husband to a wife A father to a son And a brother to thousands.

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[10] INTRANSIT 21-Nov-03/5:23 AM Reply

Best war poem I've read in a while. Your development becomes you.

[n/a] Caducus › INTRANSIT 21-Nov-03/6:10 AM Reply

Thanks. I have been reading Wilfred Owen lately and his stuff hits real hard.

[9] horus8 21-Nov-03/4:00 PM Reply

"Raising the ground yet further from God." Brilliant.

[n/a] abecedarian 21-Nov-03/10:27 PM Reply

Wonderful. Thank you.