Rose Red Rain in Arlington

"The End "A Poem By, The Random Writings of me. .Kates,Gave a piece of my father back to me.

"Listening to the falling autumn rain"
Tin roof tapping out Morse code to a soul,
To a soul carrying so many through the maze so close to the edge,
Marching slow the children in a line
Of slow Arlington Time, so close they pass, careful to honor each stone,
And the blood from the places where men died
Splash droplets of red,as if from sortes above
Pass after pass,
Thump thump waves the grass,thap  thap the rounds are near,
Thump thump the chopper flies away, no ride tonight,eyes rise, eyes drop
And rose red souls are lost in the tracers searching lights.Brushing a stone the child's Elbow
Brings fourth a twist in time
A tail gunner ,shot dead with,tail and rudder, he comes to a face, of the darkest soul
Wraps a arm around her cool pale shoulders
Splits himself in two ,one for her ,one for the lives entwined in Flugabwehrkanone
Flak,flying,indiscriminate .... metal,Man, indifferent
For the marauder is broken, no flaps to steer only the power of two engines
The hands of a"Douglas Duster"to get them home,hand in hand step by step
They drop the gear to land among  children's souls, and men
Rose Red Rain through Arlington,
French ,German souls, small Christ like ,how did they speak? Insane, lost
In the war of man
The "Douglas Duster "  lost his tail gunner,but saved the"Mole" ... his crew
But it was the Tail gunner ,50 caliber gun,"Flying Prostitutes ",
Call girls of the sky, a "Widowmaker"." Xterminater" Martins'
with "No visible means of support"
The man crammed in the back, who  guided the cowboys hands,
He wanted nothing but the best for his friends.
After the man, Behold the Cowboy  wouldn't speak of war.
But I found the orders;
"Interview the towns" ,that he bombed,he can't "Interview" a town ?
Those were people !
His soul wept, gathered the lost ,
Children broken
His core..his gut..embraced Kindness.
Left their ...souls ,left small... Christ like, broken ,shades of rose red children,
With the men in Arlington's stone pattern soil.
We ,me you ,I ,...live ,because of Souls and Men.

Author's Note

A big hug and thank you to,"The End" a poem By; The random writings of me . .Kates
without which I would of lost these thoughts.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

A very moving and emotional piece. The tragedy of war. Too bad countries feel so strongly they must embark on wars when so many don't really seem necessary. Maybe 'those in power' see it as a way of population control. I don't know. So many wounded and lost like you describe in your truly well written and gripping tale. Impressive work.

[Holly Mason]

Souls of children...convert into
Soldiers last names.
Forgotten lost...sold
Memories awake
Searching for a soldier
A soldiers last name repeats
A new generation is bred
The next will be born
A soldiers last name
Same blood...new stones

I have to say I adore your work ..fine sir
Thank you for sharing ...this is beautiful, Holly

[emmajoy]

With all these details of war, its horrors, tragedy, evil, you've somehow created a beautiful tribute to not just this long, long event but all others similar. Your words have left me shaking-sad. And, eternally thankful to each and every man and woman, wherever.. who've paid the price or still live to hide their memories deep in their aching guts and hearts. (You)

[icelandicblue]

This is a very riveting story and the experience has echoed through generations. Like so many men of war:After the man, Behold the Cowboy wouldn't speak of war.
I always just thought it was my father who wouldn't speak, now I realize it was every damn one of them. I was moved by this piece lee.

[An owl on the moon]

This is simply breathtaking... beautiful, bittersweet sights and sounds... every line pregnant with emotion... with power... with haunted visions and tender recollections. Creates an awe in the spirit for those who went before us.

[Sami Khalil]

"His soul wept, gathered the lost ,
Children broken
His core..his gut..embraced Kindness.
Left their ...souls ,left small... Christ like, broken ,shades of rose red children,
With the men in Arlington's stone pattern soil.
We ,me you ,I ,...live ,because of Souls and Men."

Stone tablets tell history of the victorious and the fallen , the tears and blood , the sacrifices and the expectations...A powerful poem and very touching...:).......................

[Einstein Noodle]

your killing me.. have to come back to finish reading... seems you must have been there... tears shedding.... :(
E.

[lee von cleef]

Thank you, Veterans Day, I always feel today, waste and loss, Peace and gone, Cool breath encircling the clouds and the mountains prayer flags litter the Sky.

[Cherrie]

I forgot how much I liked this poem, most touching

[Daydreamer]

A beautiful eulogy to those lost in man's battle to dominate the world. The innocent sacrifices and the death squadron that followed the orders of their political leaders marching together in a ghostly parade.

[Lydia Shutter]

The onomatopoeia is super in this poem. The imgery is incredible. War is not an easy topic for poetry, but you certainly did a great job here. Lydi**