War Horse Blues

In one awful moment ​

I fell to the ground​

and during that moment I wept​

And as my blood trickled ​

from the loudest of sounds​

my mother assuredly slept​

​

All for nothing ​

my life spark had ebbed​

and the illusions that I'd held ​

slipped away​

The snow speckled lashes ​

then fluttered and blinked​

at this thinking ​

on loan for the day​

​

My blanket was tattered ​

and dampened with fear​

my heart beating fast like a drum​

I hear a voice whisper ​

with such trepidation​

"Oh god we're all dead ​

here they come"​

​

I left that dead body ​

and went to my funeral​

to see what morticians could do​

the man with the charm ​

took mom by her arm​

" Your son looks so nifty in blue"​

​

The coffin was cozy​

the people were nosey​

as they swept past my casket ​

in groups​

While a man in a stovepipe ​

climbed onto his horsie​

and saluted the deadest of troops​

​

C December 29 2004 Stargazer​

 

again, another effective piece of writing there desert stargazer.

 

Thank you Lozi. It can pertain to human soldiers,or the horses of war...watching humans..and the stovepipe refers to Abe Lincoln's hat...War is universal..with all the pain, and illusion....