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Monday, August 02, 2010

2 White Lilies

On a field. Life's astral plain.
On a field, Battle cries rang out again.

I saw his face. In flashes of light.
Blood. Sweat. Dirt. The human plight.

Looking around. Thick, foreboding haze.
Looking around. Hollow, frightened gaze.

Through the smoke. He saw me too.
And then he hit me, before he knew.

Falling down. Crying in piteous vain.
Falling down. Shouting out in horrible pain.

He rushed at me. Bayonet in my heart.
Twisted. Cold. Steel. Playing its part.

On my knees. He took careful aim
On my knees. But then he looked, again.

It was my neighbor. My good friend.
We'd grown up. Together. Until this end.

He paused a moment. A tiny seed of doubt.
He paused a moment. This couldn't be how it turned out.

I smiled, in pain. It hurt to remember.
And to breathe. To live. Pierced heart, so tender.

BANG! The moment came too soon.
BANG! In a field. At noon.

Two satin white lilies. Beautiful, holy death.
I saw there before me, with my dying breath.

But, he came closer. His job well done.
He came closer. Blocking out my Sun.

And then, he did. A most curious thing.
He whispered, gently, Amidst the unholy din.

My friend, forgive me. I didn't want it this way.
My friend, forgive me. But freedom is the price we pay.

Then, he saw the flowers. And he smiled a knowing smile.
Such a fitting gift for an old friend, he said Was in our midst all the while.

He tossed a lily to the ground. And held the other to his heart.
He tossed the lily near my body. And then spoke his part.

For your time has come, dear friend. A lily, for you.
And, friend, one for me. For my time will surely come too.

This picture was taken right outside the front door of where I'm staying at the moment. The landlord has a lovely little strip of garden right next to the boundary wall, and a sight like this first thing in the morning is always welcome. I tried to capture the beauty of the flowers as juxtaposed to and contrasted by the deep, burgundy-red tiles of the paved front yard that begins immediately after.

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