28-Dec-2000
I know, I know: what is it about this girl and war poems?!
I'm not really sure, actually. I'm fascinated by the topic, and I can't really tell you why. Everything about war itself seems so desperate. So, I wrote a desperate poem. I can see applications to GW, of course, but perhaps from a OZ soldier's point of view?
Anyhow, so this was written because revising my other stories is slowly driving me insane. Enjoy. ^^
Onwards, onwards!
Into the dimness of dusk and the uncertainty of dawn,
Until this stitched sky will tear at the seams and mothers' screams
absolve the guilty,
And old soldiers dream of scarlet throngs that march with steel
glinting.Murder and coldness, madness and boldness in their eyes,
And their flags fluttering for stagnant causes, they march off to die.
Howling their rage to a dispassionate sea that laps at their wounds,
And smearing their blood, mocking Death by begging His boon.Onwards, a rap of feet, earth trembling with gasping breaths, rumbling
beneath the crusade.
Onwards, a tap, a beat, heavens falling with searing screams, shaking
above the song of gunfire.Onwards, onwards!
To death and glory, madmen, march onwards!Until the frayed strings snap, until the each boy with haunted eyes
drops, until silence signals victory.The people cheer in tickertape parades.
The man in the pink Chevrolet doesn't understand the pain.
Sing softly: Onwards, hooray, onwards.But march onwards, onwards!
Leave your souls and your suitcases home and march onwards,
Into the pink of the dawn that proclaims honor to kill,
Into the red of the earth from the blood that was spilled,
Into the white of the heavens which hands lift towards in prayer,
Into the nothing of your eyes that scream their despair.Onwards, march onwards.
The End
I hope that wasn't too traumatizing...
Ja!
Jay