Thursday, August 26, 2010

Stone Warriors

I see the sadness in his eyes,
The horrors of the war past
Hands and Faces twisted aghast

They say the eyes are the reflections of memory
There's enough to make him blind
Comrades’ deaths over and over in his drenched mind
Soldiers of stone they are,
Forever walking, forever striving for the unattainable flag
Each one a limp rag

Nothing more than a shade of the real thing
Just a sculpture
Life in Rock, little known to their creator.