champagne1982
Dangerous Liaison
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Time's Blanket
They wind beneath the verdant green,
merely gentle curves and rounded
rises in the cloak time has lain
over these gnarled scars and ulcers
cut through to the heart
of a once innocent age.
Memories of crying children
swamped in fetid puddles, feet
sloughing off, there's no place
dry to rest. No quiet. Rest
until the call moves
through those too-close walls
cut in mitochondrial tracks
across No Man's Land.
Up! Up! Freedom waits
across that fearsome grey
of concertina and razorwire.
The first one there becomes
the way across
for those who follow.
A bullet makes a man
a stile over the fence.
A bullet makes a comrade
fertilizer for the verdant green
yet to blanket those rounded rises
and gentle curves time has sculpted
from these scars.
They wind beneath the verdant green,
merely gentle curves and rounded
rises in the cloak time has lain
over these gnarled scars and ulcers
cut through to the heart
of a once innocent age.
Memories of crying children
swamped in fetid puddles, feet
sloughing off, there's no place
dry to rest. No quiet. Rest
until the call moves
through those too-close walls
cut in mitochondrial tracks
across No Man's Land.
Up! Up! Freedom waits
across that fearsome grey
of concertina and razorwire.
The first one there becomes
the way across
for those who follow.
A bullet makes a man
a stile over the fence.
A bullet makes a comrade
fertilizer for the verdant green
yet to blanket those rounded rises
and gentle curves time has sculpted
from these scars.