Sunday, August 19, 2018

Here Lie Heroes (Day 578)


Was it worth it   
you tell me 
seeing them   stacked 
like logs  three deep   
a stream of empty vessels   
where once brothers  
sons and lovers breathed   
their blues and grays 
and browns   now dyed 
the singular shade of 
dried   and drying   blood   
the weighted air freshly 
silent after the last 
of the dying’s done   
some believed   you know   
some didn’t   
some were brash   most  
scared   courage blooms 
when death stirs turning 
treetops   and willingness 
does not a hero make    so   
here lie heroes   
when called they answered   
can you blame them
what choice did they have  
after all   
what choice were they given


Words and image (c) 2018, by Hannah Six