The one who was there, watching

 

 

 We have come across fresh innocence

The one child, the seeing one

The arbitary decison, a final choice

 

Deep in this yard of souls

 We have found one who has seen the war

But did not allow it in

He watches from the wall, the simple stone

He watches on, looking down

  Peernig down at the rebels and their hunters

 

These lost children, back up

  Clawing at the wall, forcing themselves up

Tearing their nails, needing kind escape

 

He watches the war close, feeling the ora

 The stench of the decaying zombie children

Wreched ships on distant lands

He is a noncombatant

Yet my new friend understands

 

 

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Some lovely word pictures ...'yard of souls' ....'rebels and their hunters' ...'clawing at the wall'
;wrecked ships' . It builds up quite a poem!