Slow March
And we make that slow dead March
in broken ranks
laid down
slow painful time
bare ground
cold granite skies
wind blown
dead light casts
gray sound
our hollow voices
bell toll
to waters edge
not felt
we rest on life's
far shore.
Wakefield Cemetary
Comments (6)
You're very talented. :Applause:
Splendid.
At first I was struck still - like the essence of the poem itself. Then it dawned on me what IT was about it that reached me in a different kind of way than some of your others - this one sounds like something Bilbo Baggins would have written!
And I LOVE that!!
I like the rythem of this piece, the kind of sticato 3/2 pace to it. it makes it kind of awkward and I find that fitting for a zombie march. the last line kind of jars and confuses me; is the about a Naval officer like the "Flying Dutchman?"
strong very strong
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