International Funeral
God in the gloaming,
splits the violet horizon with lightning.
An assembly of angels of every nation and
tongue,
they're lifting coffins of great numbers of
war dead-
both military and civilians of all ages.
Dusky rolling fields of scarlet poppies,
nations united in collective sorrow,
lamentation of humankind,
then, a worldwide hush-
as nightjars sing a dirge of the universe. ~
Copyright © Regina Elliott | Year Posted 2023
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