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the taste of forever
The taste of forever
Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
was made
of spiders web
the room was shady in the noon heat
intense silence came thundering
demanding to be heard
so many graves not visited and tears
of the betrayed ran into a lake where
trout waked
He hits his knuckles on a stone wall and
savored the pain, blood dripped onto
the floor and ants came
He threw a rope over a beam and climbed
on a table, his dog outside barked
it sensed utter peril
At ease, by now, he walked back to
the main road, and behind him in
a cabin, a noose gently swayed
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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