Poems

Let It Be Here

Let it be here,
Where the bodies of our brothers be the corpses of kings
Sown like seeds beneath our feet.
Let it be here our roots drive deep and drink
Their valor, their might.
Let us here grow to defiant height.
Let our roar crack the sky,
Quake the earth,
Break upon the ear of our enemy.
Let it be here war is born bloody and screaming!
Let it be here!

The young man awoke from his dreaming,
Awoke from a moment of meaning,
The sleeping world, retreating
Before a dull army of reality,
Vastly beyond counting or defeating.
Green eyes gone grey, blind, but still seeing.