Back from the place beyond the dawn:
Horse, bear your broken soldier
Eyes frozen wide at what went on
As you’d anticipate it to
But what is this sample proving?
Anecdotes cannot say what Time may do
When our men are all asleep:
“It ain’t about how rare you are
But how hard you are to see
Take, you and me–"
In our blind of winter leaves
As we sighted out their fliers
In the grayscale of the night
And fumbled on the bare ground
To bury round landmines
While the dew lay down and dried
“Pull up from your dive!”
Till we hear the telltale Boom
Hotdogging loon, caught there
Like a shard of mirror in the moon!
But I follow anyway
Laying in our state of torpor
Waiting out the day
While the dew burns away
Bound to a wheel that is not my own
Where round every bend i long to see
I want to go where the dew won’t dry
I want to go where the light won’t bend–
Far as the eye may reach–nor end
And, insofar as we’ve borrowed bones
Must every debt now be repaid
In star-spotted, sickle-winged night raids
While we sing to the garden, and we sing to the stars
And we sing in the meantime
Wherever you are?
Somewhere, out there
I was only just born into open air
Now hush, little babe
You don’t want to be
Down in the trenches
Remembering with me
And you will not hear my parting song
Nor is there cause for grieving
Nor is there cause for carrying on
Come down and join! The kettle’s on
And your family’s round the table
Will you come down, before the sun is gone?
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