He lies upon the ground
In crumpled disarray
I straighten his legs
That he might walk
His arms, untwisting
That he would wave
The dirt from his brow
That he could see
Closely, quietly knelt
But not a breath to hear
Nor a blink of the eyes
Just staring at the sky
Such a small hole
But from it flowed life
An exit wound where
His soul, it escaped
So small a projectile
So great its devastation
How can hatred and steel
Cheat a man so swiftly of years
Men affirm their lives
By taking those of others
This separation of the mundane
A share of the fragility of existance
A side of men reckoned
It shall swim in intoxication
There is a price to be paid
For the concilation of this guilt
In youth's ignorance it sleeps
To awaken in maturing silent days
When friends and family found
Are recognized in solitude
The sins and sorrows of youth
Are visited on the seasoned soul
Youth are bound by intense emotion
The venerable haunted by foolish reason
Suffering is a facet of living
But living doesn't certify suffering
Only the tides ebbing flow
That stills amid spring and neap
Where sanguinous pulsing ends
And incorruption overtakes us all