An ode to the fallen, the notion that we must shoulder their values and carry on their presence even when they are no longer with us. A different type of conflict than traditional warfare.

For those who lie entwined in trees-

Balls of flame from musket born

Disturb the silence but bereft

Of compassion but with scorn

Their fingers tense to set the clef

Of nature’s symphonies.


Humanity follows a solemn guide

In pursuit of love awry

A feeble flame, Thy love must die

Savage as the breaking tide

Strewn upon a crimson field

Ce sera sera, we shall not yield.


The End

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