Glory's Tragedy
they lie in graves
cold and silent
buried deep by intention
weighted down with
medals of gold
do they regret
or still yearn
to Revere ride
through black of night
with silvern voices
rallying to the cries
they are remembered
in the shining moments
with brilliance
until the blackened earth
shoveled onto solid grave
dims the glow
as days drift into night
and nights into years
of fading memories
sealed with tears
of pride and loss
those left behind
remember for a time
shouts of bravery
heard amid blazing guns
trumpets heralding glorious arrival
they ran into hell
and hell welcomed them home
wrapped in glory's flag
gold lies tarnishing
in that sealed box
where we need to lift the lid
to remember the sacrifice
death creeps upon a hero
without warning
or thought
silently his fingers
find that golden halo
and he is drawn by the light
basking in the glow
stealing its warmth
until all that remains
is blood flowing upon the ground
and the tragedy is written
with words of finality
that we never understand
poets will place tears upon pages
playwrights will write tragedy's
filled with emotion
to play to packed houses
dwindling over time
then forgotten
until then heroes will act the scenes
audiences will applaud
with standing ovations
filled with meaningless platitudes
for they can stand
while heroes lie
still
Copyright © Bernadette Langer | Year Posted 2007
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