Free verse № 67358
War Grave
The anonymous lay in perfect alignment.
Mourned by a lamenting wind
That took their breath,
First and last.
The graves have no epitaph,
And white crosses leave long shadows.
Folded flags rest upon empty tombs
No bones, no soul.
When the 21 wisps of smoke dissipated,
So did their remembrance.
Like faded names in concrete guild
Carved in history for us to forget.
Some place far from here,
Faces stare through soil
At a conjured image of a face they know,
So that they can care.
9 comments
It's a fucked up world and that side of humanity disgusts me to the soul.
also-3rd stanza a bit awkward in 3rd and 4th line.
Flow interruption blues now cured :-)
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