L'armistice Poem by ENOCH JOHN

After the trepidation of the world had evaporated,
The swift majestic descent from a vermillion sky,
bringing a mythology of much needed peace,
a seraph pauses with a troubled world,
his gaze
fixed in the sculptor's bronze snapshot,
Holding in one graceful hand an emblem of peace.

Somehow, he seemed happy at the Armistice,
for after man and his machines had made killing fields and a great holocaust,
peace had carried an expensive price tag.

Perhaps not as robust a physiognomy as Michelangelo's magnificent Moses,
his heavenly gait graciously extended to our brown earth,
this seraph, artistic or even poetic maybe,
pauses in the midst of his syntax,
with upraised slender hand
in a gesture that was as splendid
as manifesting an endeavour to bless,
and as celestial emissary,
seemingly offering hope.