Abonsam, by Robert Castillo




Holy Chronicles
by Nancy Wilcox

 

'...and in the seventh generation
works destruction or salvation'
so state the Holy Chronicles of War.

But they never speak of soldiers,
these chronicles of yours,
only of the heroes battle-forged.
What of common men?
We break too easy on that anvil,
there's not much holy in a mud-foot's view of war.

They have a lot to say of glory,
chapters full of brave,
not a word about the scars
that I'll carry to my grave.

I count seven generations
and another seven more
since they sang the siren song of holy war.
Yet the priests still read the scriptures
and the farmers till the fields,
and send their sons to feed the crows beyond the wall.
The weapons grow the sharper
for the men that fall beneath them,
a sacrifice to fill a bloody maw.

'...and in the seventh generation
works destruction or salvation'
so state the Holy Chronicles of War.



Poem copyright 2004 by Nancy Wilcox nancywilcox@hotmail.com

Illustration © 2004 by Robert Castillo rcastillo10@nyc.rr.com




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