Soul Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Rocks hiding the chained watchmen
They are in the ground dead and waiting
I will not go into the dark regions

You must have a soul my dearest
Eternal soul filled with sunlight
Your body of dust must have a soul

Burned out houses, blocks of rubble
Dreams of conquest like the reaper
No chorus of victory or freedom

They hunt with teeth of eternal pain
They shudder in darkness near dawn
Leave them my love they cannot be saved

Under the leaves whispers of the dead
I must go home and live simple
Will you breakfast with me in the morning?

I see you have a soul