Kyra Amaeda

Rookie - 149 Points (July 14,1993 / Claremore, Oklahoma)

Civil War - Poem by Kyra Amaeda

As I emerge from my tent so early and sleepless,
Slowly I walk in the cold fresh air on the path near by the hospital tent.
There I see three forms on stretchers, bought out and lying untended.
Curious I halt and stand a moment,
Then with callous light fingers I, from the face of the first nearest, just lift the blanket;

Who are you elderly man so grim and guant, with well-silvered hair, and flesh all sunken about the eyes?
Who are you my fellow comrade?
Then I step to the second - and who are you young child and comrade?
Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming?

Then to the third I step - a face not young nor old, very calm and cool, as of beautiful yellow-white pearl;
Young man I think I know you - I think I'm face to face with Christ himself, Brother of all even though dead and divine, and again here he lies.


Comments about Civil War by Kyra Amaeda

  • Georgios Venetopoulos (4/30/2011 10:36:00 AM)


    I enjoyed it! Very good poem. Your style, enigmatic, like some precognition, an oracle.
    How come you have so few of poems posted? Also, I have read another 2 of yours, very short. Be my friend?
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  • My Angel My Love My Soul My Life (4/25/2011 7:44:00 PM)


    this is very good but w/ a few spelling errors...this is wat it should say...i think;

    As I emerge from my tent so early and sleepless,
    Slowly I walk in the cold fresh air on the path near by the hospital tent.
    There I see three forms on stretchers, bought out and lying untended.

    Curious I halt and stand a moment,
    Then with callous light fingers I, from the face of the first nearest, just lift the blanket;

    Who are you elderly man so grim and guant, with well-silvered hair, and flesh all sunken about the eyes?
    Who are you my fellow comrade?

    Then I step to the second - and who are you young child and comrade?
    Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming?

    Then to the third I step - a face not young nor old, very calm and cool, as of beautiful yellow-white pearl;

    Young man I think I know you - I think I'm face to face with Christ himself, Brother of all even though dead and divine, and again here he lies.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 19, 2011


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