Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Faces Of Death* - Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Rode a motorbike in the rain
rode it wild and fast
soon as now I shall feel the pain
when I shatter like crystal glass.
I’m so tired I’m so tired
clouds race across the sky.
I saw a man I saw a man
a man about to die.
I’ve lived too long lived too long
too much I’ve seen have I.
As broken he lay dying
alone on an alien shore
the birds all stopped singing
till after, he would breathe no more.
Silence sharp profound
until rain fell like tears,
upon the ground.
Sheltering the peace he wears
a soothing healing sound
washing away anguish of cruel years.
To those who gave
understanding beauty love.
A blessing that will save
the end is not the grave.
To those who crushed or killed
the blood of innocence
cries loud and shrill.
This is no secret not to know
in humility teach and show.
In the hall of recorded memories,
restitution judgment is at hand.
Every act, anywhere, ever done,
conscience imposes on the man.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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