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.