honor dipped memories
in shallow graves
of uncertain soldiers
hold my quivering hand
until i have slept this feeling away
dad, is that you?
trying to tell me something
shall i lay down next to you?
in green grass forever
closing in the distance
between two worlds
a son is never simply
one shade lighter
just perhaps another color
sprinkled in with a fathers dreams
and the cannons roar
mighty and with vengeance
lighting up this slow death of night
covering the ground in youth
and weeping mothers fears
of green grass forever
and still i wonder
how this happened
a cold hand gripping
my unadorned shoulder
"what have i become?"
in shallow graves
of uncertain soldiers
hold my quivering hand
until i have slept this feeling away
dad, is that you?
trying to tell me something
shall i lay down next to you?
in green grass forever
closing in the distance
between two worlds
a son is never simply
one shade lighter
just perhaps another color
sprinkled in with a fathers dreams
and the cannons roar
mighty and with vengeance
lighting up this slow death of night
covering the ground in youth
and weeping mothers fears
of green grass forever
and still i wonder
how this happened
a cold hand gripping
my unadorned shoulder
"what have i become?"
Written in 2004.
ReplyDeleteI've been blasted more for this poem than any other. Yet, I've been praised very highly for it as well.
Either way I still find it an odd piece and will forever be uncertain of it.