Questions Of Honor Poem by George Vuy

Questions of Honor


Look!
now they sleepbloodless warriors
pandemonium stilledagony slain tranquil
death sanctified in rigid cartesian rows
honored for their sacrifice and selfless valiance
laid to rest beneath mourning grasses

Ask!
where was the higher honor due thembefore war
are sacred vowsto be profanedto be misemployed

Why!
do once verdurous lives lay cold and pulseless
as spatters of red petalstearfully fall
families breathing wistful flowers
distilling ruewith lulling scents

Adjudge!
all menwho enact lies
dishonoring crossed graves
greed calibrating scales of injustice
bodies tilted high by tonnages of gold
Aurelian kissesvaulting wars riches

Do Not!
dishonor a warrior's willingness to die
for bravados mouth is a soldier's tomb
do not forsake truth and honorour only faithful ally
ask ten-thousand whysbefore one soldier dies
before the bugler's breathsounds death's lamenting cries

Think!
Contemplate war's fiery womb
hatredborn inextinguishable
good & evil indistinguishable

Look, what stillborn bones lie locked in battle
this fleshless monsterwe mis-named peace


gv.2014



Matthew 6: 13... deliver us from "evil"
Evil as translated in 6: 13 is "Poneros" A name also attributed to Satan
Which means:"he is not content unless drawing others into the same destruction as himself"
(From Lexicon to the New Testament by Spiros Zodhiates, TH.D


"Soon
the world
won't have a rib intact.
And its soul will be pulled out."

A line from Vladimir Mayakovsky's 1917 poem, Call To Account


"They made a wasteland and called it peace" Publius Cornelius Tacitus