Monday, April 21, 2008

The Boys

See all the dead here,
laid in rows.

Alive they splayed out,
with cousins and aunts,
across summer lawns
and sandy beaches,
cricket balls and picnic baskets
strewn in their wake.

They spewed after parties
and squabbled with mates,
told lies to girlfriends,
cheered at the rugby,
ignored the elections
and moaned about taxes.

But here they are tidy,
stacked toes to nose,
as each dawn parade passes
beneath skies bled with rose.

4 Comments:

Blogger lasue3 said...

Love this one too - what inspired it?

Take gentle care, Laura - USA

2:36 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Hi Laura! This was inspired by a picture of a cemetary and also by ANZAC Day which was this weekend just past. It's a comemorative day for the Australian and NZ armed forces who died in WWII.

2:32 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Hey well done Moon

You really captured the sense of pointless waste with this for me.


And you gave them life, those that have died.

good stuff

2:56 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

:)

thanks

I get all teary eyed every time ANZAC rolls around and I start thinking of all those young young boys going off to war.

Even more so now that Luke is in the army.

He was picked to be guard of honour this year. He was so proud of himself.

9:45 PM  

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