White blossoms
a war with no end in sight
the dead wrapped in flags
life drained out of life
death consumes but gives nothing
psalms for the dead
Twenty-eight words, and you have flecked a picture, artistically and poetically grandeur...Not an easy feat, yet I can seee the those tin coffins wrapped in red, white and blue....so many....with no end in sight...possibly more upon Israels inevitable pre-emptive strike on Iran....and once again We, the Global Police will be sending more of our youn men and women home in those insideous boxes....Superb penning, Bill...Hope all is well in your world, ole' friend! ~Frank/FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
probably the best Psalmoi for the dead.when life drained out of life or the death drained out of life.short but marvelous. muchas gracias for sharing