Death Of A Boy
The storm of the battle swept. Stars of heaven
Kept. Upturned faces through the
night. Mangled corpses in the light. Pale
stars faded, morning broke. Then death
awoke. Golden hours, bright summer
day. The dead unburied bodies lay. Stark and
cold unceased prayer. Hide them
from the Staring sun and air. Possesion of that
won plain. Denying burial of
our slain. Night round them so holy, so calm.
Moonbeams hushed prayer and
psalm. Apart from all the rest, Fair young boy put
to the test. Death touched
him gently, as if he sleeps. Mother suddered, slumber
calm and deep. Marble
limbs so perfect, passionless repose. Matchless purity
unpitying foes.
Broken, Lifes story told. Did his duty, deaths-tide rolled.
Midnight
garment of stars. Hung the fiery planet Mars. Sound of foot steps,
voices
low. Leaves murmuring flow. They pass the corpses on the ground. Hand in
hand
never looking down.