Saturday, May 19, 2007
the raggged maroon.
ripped and ragged.
torn in two
split down the middle.
the dented shield.
damaged beyond imagining
once glorious gold
glinting like the evening star
now hidden behind scuff marks
the splintered spear.
halved in battle.
the glory of engagement
is beaten down to lie in the muck
trodden on by the unwary
rusting in murky loneliness
the ancient helm.
storyteller of generations past.
now lies forgotten
in the star lit plains
what makes a spartan?
when time unmakes all?
in despair and grief
in weakness and defeat
to whom do we look to?
whither can we hear again
the tumultous roar
of a thousand voices in bloody unision.
they live on in our hearts
6:38 AM
