Scotch tape, dry and cracked
Brouhaha rhythm beaten on her back
Made to watch the world
Spun out and unfurled
Gasping where they lay
Didn't know they could never stay
Bullet pierced her gentle skin
Enemies so hostile as to be friends
What they didn't know
Took them high, brought them low
Drawn from Nantucket
Creating a silent ruckus
That swallowed the world whole
And he was happy though
He didn't know their feelings
Their universe was reeling
To and fro, like a ship at sea
You never did know me
Took your face, your hand
Stole your gold, buried in sand
Imagined white stars
So close they were far
They fell amidst smoke and tears
Too desperate to face their own fears
And the beauty of it overwhelved them
Swelled o'er them like a wave
Left to none but a fiery grave
The enemy of all they held dear
Not knowing truth was liberty
The prisoner was set free
And stoned to death, hung on a tree
The little birds gaily sing
"O what shall life bring
But the eve of shadows?"
Taking back every last one left
Where no one knew where to turn
They marched beyond the cleft
And swallowed on their return
The sunlight slowly sinking away
Leaving an echo of ghostly tears
A warrior died and a warrior lived
Empty, useless, thrown to dust
Break their colossal heart
Torn to ravaged grief
Over the last one there
One moldy snickerdoodle
Set among the dust to die
A lonely death beneath the stars
Where safely now they lie
At end their innumerable conquests
Glories reduced to words on a page
Burnt to ashes
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