BROKEN BONDS OF WAR
The comrades two; lean in,
embrace,
in solidarity one weeps,
the other dead, dims,
silently slips the mooring.
Away--away the light of the world.
Away--away the light of the world.
This—this is war’s lasting tribute.
Death conquers life,
a nations children
to memory assigned,
names listed
on gloriously tall markers
meant to soften our mothers
loss.
The weaving begun at birth, in war,
become a singed berth line shipped,
anchorage moor lost, youth’s treasure buried.
S
a
day
Youth of a nation lost to rise no more.
This is war. This is war. This is war.
Mothers shredded gift of life, buried.
© M Durfee
5.10.2014
3435 Dead. Afghanistan. 4.30.14
3435 Dead. Afghanistan. 4.30.14
4528 Dead. Iraq. 12.30.13
150,000+ civilian dead (both)
4.30.14
This is war.
T R U T H !
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ComfortSpiral
War: the bane of mothers. And of fathers.
ReplyDeleteAye Charles and of fathers too.
DeleteWhat a Mother's Day tribute! If my mother didn't hate war so much, I'd send her here to read it.
ReplyDeleteYeep. Wasn't expecting a poem like this for Mother's Day but in fact, you have given voice to a very special group of mothers.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fitting powerful statement. Thank you, mark
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kj
dang that last line...and this is the cost
ReplyDeletethat we bury our young and mothers weep
and families are obliterated to achieve the goals
on men that sit so far from the war...
Excellente. This has a feel both modern and ancient -- just like war itself.
ReplyDeleteOne of my sons made it all the way to the day before shipping out to West Pointe before they called and said he was a last minute cut. They offered him OCS. Though I would have, his mother would have supported whatever he decided to do. I am happy that he is no longer a viable statistic for the jaws of war.
ReplyDeleteAnd the mothers weep.... xo
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