War (The Tall Man Chronicles)

Tall man stands alone
One
and two
eventually three
The names that man give to its foul deeds

Tall man forgotten but not gone
Mourns for the time when a brother
was a man, neighbour and friend

Now in a back yard
His knowledge
His peaceful eyes
A secret buried long ago

War is the great false prophet
Seductively promising
tithes of gold

Civilisations never too old to learn
and grow
Yet enlightenment from mechanised slavery seems so very far away

War

“Cark”, “Cark”

The crow’s sardonic refrain
Indifferent to man’s great folly
Vanity leading to oblivion,
sweet,
desolate,
empty,
barren oblivion
Will it arrive before all the pain

Copyright John de Gruyther 2017

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