Assemblage

Awaken by the bugle

                    shadows dwell

emerging through

                     raven fog

soldiers forge

                    new bodies - new names

Then harden earth

buckles under pounding feet

                  as day - piles the dying high

aroma of death lingers heavy

                   among the branches

and laughter - from faded faces

dance shallow - upon they're souls

Now in brightness - no shadows dwell

quartered in fresh cut pine

soldiers at peace - untul the bugle - sounds

                   

Reviews

[armadillo]

I do really like this. I think the difficulty is that it is hard to add to war poetry because there is so much definitive stuff out there, Wilfred Owen etc. However, this is very good. I think the imagery is excellent- particulerly 'raven fog'. However- I do not like the two 'bugle' acions (strangely I would have preferred the word 'trumpet'.) No particular general reason, and it is only my personal opinion not as such wrong. I enjoyed this poem, thanks.