Sunday, November 11, 2012

Sunday November 11, 2012
This is the best time of day - the dawn
The final cleansing breath unsullied yet
By acrid fume or death's cacaphony
The rank refuse of unchained ambition
But pray, deny me not but know me now
Your faithful retainer stands resolute
To serve his liege lord without recompense
Perchance to fail and perish namelessly
No flag-draped bier or muffled drum to set
The cadence of the final dressed parade
But it was not always thus-remember?
Once you worshipped me and named me a god
In many tongues and made offering lest
I exact too terrible a tribute
Take heed for I am weary, ancient
And decrepit now and my time grows short
There are no honorable frays to join
Only mean death dealt out in dibs and dabs
Or horror unleashed from across oceans
Assail me not with noble policy
For I care not at all for platitude
And surrender such tedious detail
To greater minds than mine and nimbler tongues
Singular in their purpose and resolve
And presuming to speak for every man
Oh, for another time, a distant field
And there's a mortal warriors lonely grave
But duty charges me remain until
The end of last battle of the last war
Until that 'morrow render unto me
That which is mine, my stipend well deserved
The fairest flower of your progeny
Your sons, your daughters, your hopes and your dreams
The cruel consequence of your deceit
Steve Earl                            


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