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Food... Not of the Gods |
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There is a Beggar
who waits to be fed;
A Visitor
from the
Kingdom Of The Dead
The Beggar hovers,
silent in the sun;
Passing in His shadow...
a life
cycle is now done
He is a dark figure
standing in
the Iraqi sands
and stretching forth to some
......
His bony hands
Soldiers chosen
for this Specter's
band
will never
go home again
For their life,
He does crave...
His dinner table
is at their lonely
grave
A feast He does always win...
The grave is
sated for now,
until this beggar, Death,
is hungry
again... |
By Faye Sizemore
Copyright 2003
Listed
July 29, 2011 |
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About
Author...
Faye Sizemore makes her home in the beautiful foothills of South Carolina with Grant, the love of her life, as well as three dogs, two cats, two parakeets and four nanny goats. Grant is a Vietnam Veteran having served with the US Marines in 1968-69 and is, of course, Faye's muse. Faye is deeply interested in Veterans' Affairs and Veterans' Causes. She is very proud of Grant and her poetry is an off-shoot of that pride.
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