The Poetry of World War IV - 5

The Poetry of World War IV - 5
Christopher Bogart

“The Light invaded the darkened plain.”

1.
See the silence of the Child.
See the silent solitude
Of the thoughts
On the mind
Of the Child.
Armies of strangers,
Travelers from afar
Cannot move
What will move
The thoughts of the Child.
One thousand hands,
Five hundred hearts
Cannot move
What will move
The Child to smile.
Be aware
Of the air
Of a thousand hands.
Keep your eyes
To the eyes
As the scene is told
On the mind
Of the Child.

2.
Shadows are dancing – shading the green,
Hands reaching out
Around the Child
Forming a ring with hands.
They dance a fast but meaningless dance,
Around and around
With a meaningless chant
To a mad cacophony.
“Actions speak louder than words.”
Thought the Child,
“Actions speak louder than words.”
He stretched out his hand
Toward the shadowy face,
The face of the Fisher King.
The flash of a silver web-
It was gone.
Alone – he fell on blades of grass,
His eyes toward the sky.
Bright stars reveal a night
Like any night in his life,
Or any day.
No dew today will coat the blades of grass.
Now dew tonight will rain upon the stars.