A Yuletide Remembrance
A Yuletide Remembrance
Smoked ash and broken timber
She is watching from the elliptic balcony
I am in tune with the whispers of tomorrow
The sound of tinder boxes scratching
The trenches squirming slightly
I am waiting upon deliverance
Wartime sadness mingled with peacetime regret
Brandished upon Sister Mary’s approval
I am but a puppet against the tide
Echoing hallways of eternity
My mind is but a puppet against the tide
I am waiting upon the tide
The sound of tinderboxes scratching
I see my enemy crouched behind
He looks a lot like me
A frivolous leaf floating
Upon the shedded treaties of yore
I am waiting upon the recognition of forlornity
Brazen beasts are charging
The order comes down the line
The tide is rising
We are but lifted pieces
Stomping about and making noise
I am waiting upon purpose
Gunpowder rising like the sun
Afraid and bold like a crippled eagle
Taking what was theirs for myself
Is this fraternity
Is this pride
I am waiting upon the tide to take me
After morning pains
Killing sounds are rounding
She can’t hear me no
I can’t hear myself no
But perhaps I can hear the whistle
The whistle of patriotic ignorance
Foggy eyes closeted by myopia
Tears cascading the bends
Blood rushing
Adrenaline pumping
I am waiting
I have waited for so long
Death comes like a swift axe
Cutting as a vengeful ethos
Pervading into the minds of my brethren
I am the soldier upon the casket
I am the babe upon the cradle
She takes me there
No longer am I waiting
Rompere
Hell is much like life
Except there are more damn annoying mimes
And less good times