On a stillborn day,
silence weighing heavy
fracturing freedom’s wing-
How they fall
soldiers in a field
fighting someone else's war
not their own-
That battle lay bleeding
on a distant land
overgrown with thorns,
piercing the heart with
unspoken goodbyes
As warriors surrender
to an unsung song.
a solemn poem...i felt as much when i used to walk the battlefields at gettysburg as well...great opening stanza that really set the tone...the unspoken / unsung were nice touches as well...
ReplyDeleteThis is a very moving poem, Lisa. Since I just recently visited some cemeteries of World War I soldiers who died on a foreign shore, I can feel this poem even more strongly.
ReplyDelete"How they fall / soldiers in a field / fighting someone else's war / not their own"..that's the the reality of war...gruesome truth...the opening lines are profound...
ReplyDeleteSomeone else's war says it all... The concept of a stillborn day also sad.
ReplyDeleteVery sad truth:-(
ReplyDeleteI agree with Brian on all accounts this poem gets inside and aches powerful piece
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