As the pin drops
Charles Fields II 1955 (Fort Bragg, NC)
Humanity
is a wandering stream
starting from creation
In the beginning
of the dream
of collective humanity
When pre-humans
first walked erect
Learned to run
Climbed trees
to pick fresh fruits
Escaping predators
And fought for love
In hot pursuit of life
Rising in the tide of being
To become
something greater still
After The river of souls
having run its course
We are still back
at the beginning
Tracing the current
of awakening
to its source
Winding
through existence
Like the icy blast
of banshees
Flying far and wide
Crying winds
falling from space
Blurring the lines
Of what others
call a battlefield
As souls below
Hover in the balance
To realize
They’re no longer
in control
As the pendulum
swings back and forth
Holding on
till the last breath escapes
Until you fall
over the jagged edge
Caught somewhere
Between life and death
And scavengers
comb the valley floor
Selecting
with impunity
To devour the lifelines
of the weary
Putting an end
to the misery
Perhaps
As the smoldering flames
Carry the stench of burning flesh
The essential truth of every battle
In the vortex we call time
Laughing at the face of death
While it spreads like cancer
Over the
now desolate countryside
The battle cries
having long since come and gone
The sickening moans
of the wounded and dying
Calling to God
in all manifestations
To bring an end
to this suffering
Lost souls in chorus
Serenade
A song of death which
Only they hear
A pin drop In the hurricane of living
As a veil of sadness reigns
bringing sorrow
In the remembrance
of the lost
Whom
we hold dear
C2
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Written on 2015
Submitted by Charles2 on September 16, 2023
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Words | 408 |
Stanzas | 44 |
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