Long Knives (02/02/2015)
a lot of lights extinguished
in the vacuum of the wintry night
so many families buried
flash frozen
beneath a flash of muskets, bright.
crumpled like a paper cup
crushed beneath god's dirty work
no glove can keep you clean
midnight-soaked
back to where the nightmares lurk
so many of those orders followed
cursed us with long sunset lives
antique bullets;
planted daisies in our eyes.
see you in hell, gondalier.
we've all earned our spots down here.
Jackie Phillips
Tue 3rd Feb 2015 13:52
Long Knives, even the shortest have a long reach. I particularly like the lines:
'antique bullets;
planted daisies in our eyes.'
Past battles, in light of our modern day morality and with opinions formed by the writers of history, can be seen very differently than the killing fields they actually were.