sons of valhalla

eyes open with the suns bright day

the ally others, become others enemy

winning from the absence slain putting to fire all the homes of hay

while I of the sad gather and become a fewer many saying farewell to thine bellamy

 

before the suns bright day the ears of night scream the sound of end

the enemies of us and all our allies making the way to the most of the last

losing from the start from the aggression of the punctual , we and I begin the life of the eventual and the crimson river bend

existing further  than the fear getting substance from the life laughed

 

after my first last I look forward to my new first,

here now in the many unnumbered few never the enemy but the violent best

for some the best and now forever once or twice there was sight for the many cowardly cursed

all none purpose thoughts unable to pierce the new mind vest

 

speaking the same even when the honored way of assembly is no longer valid

the permanent vastly few none existing for the infinite day of war

the only company of the longing many hearing songs and achievement to their reflections of pallid.

measured and dignified set apart only the same or never different we the basic  Kaur.

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I agree.
All things measured and dignified stand out in human endeavors

[Sami Khalil]

Lots of different thoughts went through this poem. The author must be reflecting and releasing. Title is nice, too.