Edlynn Nau Poet Rhyme

War Siren

WAR SIREN

On the battlefield, the ruby blood, 
is caked to warm dusty brown to dry.
Bedraggled women calls the living, 
she, with pleasure, makes a soldier cry.

Lady in red, whore of the regiment, 
her life spent, intently but corruptly.
She will subtract the soldier from the war, 
and seduce him softly but abruptly.

Eerie soldiers of death seek the war whore, 
she turns them inside out and to her will. 
The men will knock, knock, knock upon her door; 
because not every soldier's dressed to kill. 

They have removed their blunt minds to fight, 
and advance but cannot kill to win. 
This femme fatale, siren of the trench, 
aspires to take the war out of men.

By Edlynn Nau
© June 21, 2016

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Robert Lindley June 27, 2016 at 5:44 PM Thee is far more to this than first meets the eye. I see such depth and beauty in this truth..A7 Edlynn Nau June 27, 2016 at 6:52 PM Ah, yes thanks for seeing that THIS IS an onion. The soldiers never retire but are ALWAYS thereafter a soldier. Never are the stories I hear simple. There are a multiplicity of woven stories. This is to meant to have the paradox of war that isn't exactly death nor exactly life. It is to tell what can be an affirmation of life in love making with no love. It is to tell HER STORY of wanting the killing to stop and to give herself to remove all thoughts of war. It does have a sort of sad beauty which I tried to capture in hearing the Vietnam Vet stories. I'm so glad you read it. I had one friend say he read it a couple of time before "all of it set with him." Grok that! Exactly my task in getting down on paper!