Setting Sun

By Elvira

Work done.
Face: showing
sorrow/joy
Marks on
Skin – paper thin
Head,               covered           by Remi
red, that nature
NEVER Intended.

Sleeping                      with                 a phantom
coffin
Not                  wanting           to let
go
the Expendable Corps.

The Sound:                              feet treading
no Yellow Brick Road
Children. No Children
it Matters NOT
for ashes                     cannot embrace
not
worms                         love

And,
those left behind,
looking East:
new regime;
No more kind
No more brutal
than the
one in the
Grave.
But,
Different – and therefore
worthy of salutation
The
Setting Sun                  dies,
but,
so will
the EASTERN

February 8, 2015

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