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Sunday 1 February 2015

Spirited

Quiet, ever so hushed and calm,
The silenced await, solemn and patient.
Bated breaths and muffled sighs,
Their rustles deafening, the whimpers blunt.

Stray not over the dizzying emptiness,
Step not on that fresh mound.
Their anguished cries may claim you,
Cries of the stricken, the slaughtered, the drowned.



 The air is sprayed with echoes,
The ground littered with a last memory.
And each gasp you choke and swallow,
Stirs the fragile, forgotten debris.

The fallen call you, persistent and tireless,
They cajole and plead, threaten and command.
The eyes are glazed with grim resolve,
In a ghastly smile their lips withdrawn.

And you, a human, what do you do?
Only what a human can, and does.
"For until the sinews collapse and the blood dries up,
Live not as if you should, but as if you must."

3 comments:

Unknown said...

Brilliant. Is it like you save the best for last or do you just keep getting better with each letter and syllable till you finally decide to end it ? Live not as if you should , but as if you must. Extraordinarily impactfull . Tip- coax would have been a better choice over cajole.

Adicrazy said...

This is such a beautiful post. Loved it. Keep writing!

Unknown said...

Thank thee so much!