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.