When I saw the figure he was jumping the
line
and hopping over trenches,
rolling up razor wire,
and, of all
things, laughing.
Wide eyed, I began to wonder
Is it possible that the
war is over?
His eyes found me then
he smiled
he grinned,
then
turned to the far flung
wandering hosts
spread his arms
and in a voice
strong enough
to shame the powerful
he proclaimed
Fear No Evil.
Sun bleached sand
caressed by the rhythm
of calm ocean
waves
A small smile
drooping eyes
in a dozing face
and the
comforting thought
that the dead will one day
get up out of their
graves.
I'm killing the instinct
to run for cover,
for me,
the
war
is over.
eh janzen
Eric,
I just read this again, copied it and sent it to a friend who is being harassed by a Hell's Angel in training. Thank you.
Jim
Posted by: Jim Meggait | August 06, 2008 at 09:35 PM