Pages Of History Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Pages Of History

Father weeped and we weeped back, the wounds of the war never left him,

he was a shell of his former self,
Mixed with glamour, mixed stalkers of innocent bystanders about his
spectacular war exploits,

History is an old soldier'srheumy eyes, ankleswanting to be supple again,

Resurrected days of a vanished accreages, vanished by the war,

Pyres from burned machines,
Blood from the decapitated bones and skin,
Corpses strewn on the trenches,

the last glimmer of a dying man, smoke to the present eyes after the fire destroyed what's left on a memory still melting,