Our valor you reward with scars and dread.
The honors you bestow leave good men maimed.
Though back from battle, lauded with loud cheer,
the din of combat rings on in the head
of each who’s seen things better left unnamed
that slaughtered friends and comrades still held dear.
Your vultures spread their wings in sun to dry
the stench of carrion from bloody death
picked over, after ravaged by your dogs,
while armies, trained to never ask you why,
rush on until they huff-in Hades’ breath
to join him in his misty world of fogs.
Heroic soldiers, these who are now gone,
will never know whose side you’re really on.
Winner, Honorable Mention in ODES TO THE OLYMPIANS competition, TAPESTRY OF BRONZE, Spring 2012.
Her world shakes.
Run underground and wait.
It's a game they play.
For any distraction- pray.
while their hearts quake.
Where's your crown?
she hears them say.
Silence is a saving grace.
There goes that siren.
Too soon to escape the den.
Where's that crown- pretend.
keep her search'in
Pray for peace again.
Ba-boom, ba- boom
There goes that thief
it taunts- come get me.
Again she sleeps.
is far away now
like a heartbeat
in the background
but in her mind
there is no sound
only sweet dreams
of peace and crowns.
Author's Note: I think this still needs some work.
A coworker of mine Yo
The only Yo video
The thing about technology
The little girl is running her father ragged
Over and over
That’s it to us
That little girl
Grabbing her up in a towel
The man and his wife dress their daughter
The little girl feels the booms
The way her parents say boom
Sit on my lap
In Crown Hieghts
I once stood underneath it
It’s hard to imagine a Yo that loud
The little girl is in her room now
- I've got patience - 100th record
Need to link the parts with strings at some point but you get the idea :)
Got to love musicals :P