I Fell Today

I FELL TODAY

I fell today
As the lights over Europe dimmed
To a whisper; 
The voices of war
Slipped on the artist's palette
Painting as she did
Flowers of blood
Upon the sky
And they remembered.

Swallowed by waxen candle light
The tallowed flicker
As a marker on horizon far
Brings the boys into line
Brings the boys home.

Who knew, mothers of sons
Who stretch the quagmill'd heresy
Of humanity;
The time has come they cried
The time when death fills
Nostrils sickened
By decapitated flowers
Twas where I fell...

Mother, unashamedly,  I cried. 
For you. 
The first bullet of conflict, 
Who knew?
Marked with my name....

I fell today as candles extinguished
To be relit around Christmas
When we all troop back
Across the Channel
Now a peaceable sea of glass
And victory is ours but...

...Mother, I fell today.
I arrived this morning, 
This isn't how they said it would be;
My light has dimmed. 
My heart beats no more.
My body is cold in clamm'd soil
And England is a mem'ry distant. 
I wonder, in a hundred years,

Will they still remember that,
I fell today? 


tcmoon 2014
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August 13, 2014 at 12:08 AM
Ron,, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you enjoy the community. You'll find many friendly poets, who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I want to be the first to invite you on over, to the contest page. I OFFER MY CONTEST, in hopes it inspires you to write another poem. I'm looking forward to following you and your poetry:) Here's the link to the contest page. http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/ <---~Take Care!! From: your new poet friend @-> LINDA <-@
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August 11, 2014 at 7:58 AM
Wonderfully done! The young are always so confident - that's why it is a for them to do. The surprise and disappointment are so vivid. Please continue to remind us of those who fell in our defense.
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