Eulogy For A Lost Cause.
A glimpse into oblivion
Eulogy To A Lost Cause.
©-Matthew F. Blowers III -2016
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
I watched a young man die,
and saw his pain filled eyes
widen with such sad "Whys?"
reflecting upward through
those final moments spent
from flesh and bullets bent.
All of his would of beens
leaked from the corners of
his tear stained, anguished slits.
where Blood and saline mixed
fatal elixirs dripped
life passed in rivulets
over his stubbled cheeks
I stood and pondered it.
If every soul could see
the cost of victory
up close and personally,
then war might never be,
the stench of death, it's pain,
the rot of what remains
infused in every brain
might bid all men refrain
from acts so inhumane.
His hands they fluttered like
the wings of moths that strike
the edge of burning lights,
then kiss the blackness of
death's ever cruel surprise.
His legs moved over fields
that he would never grace
restless to rise and race
far from the great beyond,
all hope drained from his face,
then he was gone.
I closed his eyes and left...
him lie there near that trail
within dense jungle growth,
His shattered flesh so pale
now just an empty shell.
Perhaps he lies there still
his jaw agape in awe
at what will never be
his dreams eternally.
Small chunks of lead remain
amidst bones buried deep
within what jungles keep.
The temple of his flesh
so loved by distant kin
felled by a useless cause
into oblivion.
The face of our future.... the face of war
War is but raw spelled backwards.
A large unmarked grave.
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III