Dust and Bone
Battles rage about the soul
Waning Moon out there
Men have died we’ve never known
And therefore did not care
Absolutely you will say
This living must go on
Raging battles come what may
Are heaped on matters gone
Helicopter gunships
Whirring in my head
Twinkling stars peek high above
And on the ground the dead
Easy pictures we thus paint
The drama is surreal
But writing this I ask myself
Can any of us feel?
Battle weary in the field
The hero stands alone
Moonlight glistens on his shield
Beneath him dust and bone
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2011
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