Stephanie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} stephtanizar) wrote,@ 2008-11-11 15:22:00 |
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the torch; be yours to hold it high
May Induce Drowsiness
They sleep the sleep of the dead beneath
A sea of blooms, whose enchantments hold.
Sooty eyes regard the clouds, and boldly, brightly
Ripples crimson as a sea -- shades of cardinal, coat, common fate
That trails in the wake of war.
From countryside to city wide scatters scarlet,
Transmuted from organic rot to soft crepe, paper, plastic stems
That span the globe like daisy chains, to
Gently rend aside cartographic prejudice,
If but for today.
This tangling torch burns warm and red;
Wear it high upon thy breast,
And in so doing, keep the faith.
I think we have established that I am no poet, but eh. I think all influences are fairly obvious. Title is a lame reference to opium.
To Armistice Day, everyone.
