Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
On the bright splendid shroud of your son,
Do not weep.
War is kind!
Tag: war
Drum
Drums are the most visceral of instruments. Tuned to our own heartbeats, shaking our blood, they are as immediate as sex.
War and Friendship
Since I got the news that you were coming back,
Twice I have mounted to the high wall of your home.
Battle
He goes, god of battles,
the stars in his stride
run, run from the death-blow!