Dilantha Gunawardana


Mineshaft


On this meadow of ghosts
Where bodies are evacuated by souls
Lies the echo of thumping bosoms
And wails vacating from lips

Beneath the decomposing flesh
And the seeping blood
Lies a ghastly act, sacrilege of a temple
The dwelling place of cowardly deed

For courage clatters in swords
And swamps in throngs of projectiles
But does not linger in the absence
Of a retinal imprint

For anthropogenic masks
Are cosmetics to the spineless
Even on sodden soil
Submerged in stone and sand

Walking in a mist of fear
Clouded by the duty of war
Man walks to his fated destiny
As the shaft of life is obliterated
By a ducted creature
A gluttonous mine

As the jaws of death
Shred the flesh into debris
Man surrenders everything but the soul
To the very soil that carried his fate
The sublimation of the body
Even in the absence of fade

Where the body molts her heartbeat
As the soul rises to the great unknown

Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 21, 2014
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A poem on war

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