Veteran's Day

Veteran's Day Tattered uniforms washed with borax and sunrays still house the bulging proud chests of older youth Who uncompromisingly gave away their modeled freedom For un-apathetic ideals buried deep within the gabardine Many found unknown treasures beneath their teenage joints Some gave all and the deep rest welcomed them sweetly With calloused arms that slowly softly laid them to honor Many tears made a stream to heaven’s well and soul Lover From a mystic distance He too opened His compassionate arms As a divided earth tautly offered up her commended spirits There are virgin rooms in His pure inn for principled patriots They prepaid in advance with pierced pounds of flesh and blood “Home, home; welcome to your true home” my master said. “Don’t rob my heart of untested epiphanies,” my Lover cried The silence of war has spoken loudly through rising spirits Taps throws her nocturnal blanket over the faithful servants Those beneath our soles know only peace and freedom Never alone in birth, battle, bruises and brokenness A family of integritites woven together in un-brokenness Far above the man made divisions of cloaked legalites Cold humanity sitting on the cuff of a slow moving rotator