NOW THE DUST HAS SETTLED AGAIN
They faced up to their commitments
stood up to the enemy
crouching to avoid the bullets
concealed themselves for now
heard the whistle.
The land was razed
histories pock marked
mud refined by blood
chins stroked in retrospect
assessments penned for the future.
politicians died natural deaths
and the soldiers came back
to where a home should have been.
Thankfully today we have a different kind of fame
based upon an assumption of peace
based upon the branding of a name
we can all look up to
without a sense of shame.
Lest we forget though
there are stone fingers of accusation
and of course the wreaths
precisely and decently laid.
raypool
Thu 17th Nov 2016 17:06
A very revealing response to what I almost pulled the plug on to delete this, David. I did feel that I wanted to minimise the horror as if it was an objective stance, partly because other poets might do a better job and also I feel standing back might give more insight . This is why I delayed the poem and gave it the title. With your experiences you have a very rounded view of all aspects of conflict. I don't have that. I'm glad you saw what I was aiming for exactly. That indeed is part of the horror. Your last lines reflect the toy soldier mentality if I may say so, and I know you are too intelligent to fool yourself.
Thanks mate. Ray.