again…

quare

they have come
to bury
the war dead
with the same
precision
as
a soldier’s march
step-by-step
grave-by-grave
with each movement
of the minute hand
another
is interred
into mother earth
step-by-step
grave-by-grave
minute-by-minute
tear-by-tear

soldiers of the gods…

soldiers of the gods

these soldiers
do not march
to patriotic music
blaring
with every step
they take
nor
do they
kiss the ground
walked upon
for each day
they breathe
such
symbolic acts
are found
only
in books
and
tell you little
of who
they are
if you
do not see
their beliefs
then you will stay blind
to their thoughts
and
to the reason
they die

no degrees of freedom…

the troops
quick-stepped
over old graves
of fallen soldiers
from wars
as ancient
as time itself
maces
and
bones
buried deep
beneath
their feet
much
deeper
than
enemy mines
placed
hurriedly
just before dawn
and
when stepped on
will give rise
to soldiers
of this age
and
ages before
then
both
shall be
buried
side-by-side
since
no one
will be able
to separate
the past
from
the present
or
for that matter
the future

a woman of honor…

the weight
of society
pressed hard
against her throat
like a soldier’s boot
bearing down
with anger
because
she had
survived
and now
was due
some benefit
for standing tall
in the streets
fighting side-by-side
with men
against tyranny
had she died
in that stuggle
her torment
would have been less
but like a fool
she trusted
that freedom
was
for all
and now
had
to pay
the price
for her
beliefs

sorry my mistake…

somewhere
between yesterday
and today
i thought
the world
would end
in the sense
i’d lose
another friend
i had no particular
insights into why
i just had a feeling
that a life might
just end
not sure whose life
i was concerned about
since most folks
i know
are already dead
or
have made appointments
i cruised through
the morning newspaper
thinking i’d
recognize
a name or two
but they were all
just young kids
soldiers
dying in some
foreign land
same thing
i’ve read for years
so
i guess
i was wrong