Rose Red Rain in ArlingtonA Poem by lee von cleef"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. © 2013 lee von cleefAuthor's Note
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Added on October 4, 2012Last Updated on March 6, 2013 Tags: lost souls, Men Authorlee von cleefARAboutGood morning,Thank you for stopping by. I like to write,I like to layer a story into a poem,I want to crack through to the reader,add emotion to life, theirs and mine. more..Writing
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