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Death Shall Know |
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The history of Freedom
and this land called America!
I greet the purple storms
when night
flashes and rumbles...
riding a road of rain.
Rain
cleansing the air
... cool...
... wet upon my face.
The trees jumping
like soldiers
caught within the storms of war
... where the wind is a long scream of fire
... like rain... this fire that burns
long into memory!
Red rain
falling as bones...
youth
dying unto itself
upon battlefields of sacrifice,
leaning against fences,
and locked
and silent, gates of home,
and of hell!
I saw Soldiers in prayer,
dying
in the Gethsemane of Christ,
praying,
moaning for others
and selves, dying, and Christ weeping
fell upon his knees in this foreign land. Christ!
who knows all the words of the dead
carved in truth upon our chests...
... where ten have become a thousand...
and perhaps, ten thousand
tears falling
... into wounds that resemble the innocence of a child
telling me the story of myself.
... and I say to the child
that I am not afraid......
to love! To sacrifice!
... to someday, say, as I gaze
toward the sky
... I have loved you!
... Goodbye! |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2002
Listed August
8, 2009 |
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