© 2003 By: jd Collins
In 64
And we steeled true
In all the seasons
No clear sides
No time to rue
By day unseen
No rest, no truce
Then slipping away
Dawn’s eerie peace
With harrowing bursts
Gone the gentle hue
No saving graces
Lost from view
No steeles of stones
Only whispered regrets
When no one’s left to laud her.
jd Collins
Never Ending Verse appeared in
Poems About War.
for Kathy
We went to war
America’s son
And its daughter.
We brave few
Who seen it through
Of disorder
In a raging tide
No flags unfurled
In battle cries.
Or to flutter
The enemy schemes
Waiting the strike
By cover of night
Never any quarter
‘fore break of day
greets the slaughter
told in endless verses
of screaming curses
of laughter
from fading traces
of forgotten faces
In disaster
Contain the groans
Which echoes blew
Faster louder and
Stronger
of ragged prophets
Dean of RPPS
read IF ALL MEN WERE ANGELS