Barely Beyond the Dawn
Still, stark waters and frightened souls
A silent smoldering rage sits silently in
A haunting, hard chill.
Our soldiers go proudly into, the night
For fallen angels and anguished survivors
And heroes who fell to their death again
So silently, so swiftly, the enemy stalks.
Softly yet strongly, our leaders also weep
He cradles our fears in a river or tears
Softly I cry through a wall built of rage.
Why, I ask why, did sacrificial victims die
There sings the ghost, of a long lost child
Death has no breath, the last one lost, to
powers unknown.
Anne Sutherland McDowell
Copyright ©2005 Anne S. McDowell
Anne McDowell
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