From Iberia to the Breadbasket (the brackets of battles)
Kransky took one in the head
his smile blown from his face,
the olive grove now green and red
Hail, Mary, full of grace.
The Warrior Poets pitch their pens
from Gijon, west to Alcazar,
convictions morphed from remember when's
"El Corazon's" know who they are
The heart and head are in the fight
torn between what gives them life,
The darkness of the coming night
a dagger or a surgeon’s knife?
From here, the edge of looming war
we trudge the path that stretches back,
uncertain what it led here for
or how we judge its aftermath.
O'Malley caught a flying drone
his torso split in two,
the wheat fields fertilized with bone
God, forgive, the things we do.
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David RL Moore
Sat 3rd Aug 2024 08:34
Thank you Ray,
It's difficult to capture the futility of war in short works. You can either write in a remote way or get personal..I'd like to be able to sustain a longer piece but am conscious that it has to be unrelentingly focussed to maintain the readers attention, I don't think I'm endowed with such ability.
I'm fascinated by the arc of history, specifically from the Spanish Civil War onward.
Thanks so much for your reading and comments.
David