Once I lived in a pleasant little town, with kind neighbors.
Soft spoken strangers, resolvable discussions, sweet laughter.
Familiar, fertile, proud, earth, every stone which I knew well.
One night when peace lay softly as if in benediction.
An alien rumbling snuck into my quiet little town.
Winging towards the River Bridge where the young lovers deemed to linger.
Delicately exploring the newness of each other, under the ancient all seeing moon,
Clothed in bright chrome, came a heavy enveloping,whistling boom.
The bridge disolved like salt into the water.
Swallowing softly, the lovers, their youth, our future. Lifes cadence.
A gush of bright earth's ale leapt clawing to the sky,
then releasing a resigned human like sigh.
With a pitter patter fell back lightly like dew.
Aloof the satelitte watched with inscrutable face.
The moisture turned a sonorous immence, a sanguine
opague tinted hue,
No dogs barked, no cats yowled. the people were
struck dumb.
Shock had stealthily chained every chord.
Not one voice was raised in appeal to any gods or ancient
lord.
While the unmuzzeled steel, appropriated all that
we cherished, tore it assunder
and uncaringly moved on.
I obsessively dwell on that muted little haven so humbly,
serene,
disbelieving how it silently resignedly died.
Crying eternally as if the Stone Bridge river, now runs from
my eyes.
Hating with a hate that crackles like thunder,
the evil that came, like a childs midnight dream
The demon who stole our ability for audibility.
I sit by my grave that patently waits.
Praying for the capability to scream.
Knowing only futility.
Impotently, the silence resonates,
with my soundless cries .
T.M.Connolly ©2002
Holy wrangler, I beg of you. A boon. I plead that you have prepared, a stall in heavens holy stable. A special equines room,
Make it fragrant with sweet clover. Soft and warm with summers hay.
Widow's weeds worn ere the Master soon. The General's steed today at noon.
Have your ostler in Glory's livery, curry all wars dust from his gleaming withers
Fill the rack with grasses sweet.
The bin with rolled oats suffice to last eternity.
No bridle or gate thou needst, he will not stray. Lead him in so gently. He is bred from hero's blood Tenderly stroke the velvet nose. Polish the weary feet
Place in honor on this secure and blessed stall A gold plate like as to a halo by his head. His name and regiments designation. easily read For he is of that fraternity. Equus nobilis ęternalis, Give him view of luscious meadow.
A place where he, like foal can run. Add gently flowing Virginia water sweet.
That he may never again hunger or thirst. Never again feel deaths, dark shadow To tremble or start, at shell, or Mortar gun.
Dear father of all creatures, Welcome home to Heavens pasture
A soldier of the South, his battles bravely fought and won. Face to the foe ever, not once, did balk or run. I plead you comfort this loyal servant, until General Lee he see's His appointed role, with honor,was bravely done. To serve till death, the man who was his god . Soothe his noble heart, Soul balanced in equality against the feather, Help him to wait in patient ease, joyful reunion with his master. Forever more to ride together. Not two but one. General R.E.Lee and Traveller Captain Trent. 2002©
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