Two days ago I attended a veteranís funeral. He was 97 and a member of our regiment. He fought in the ďDevilís BrigadeĒ. He fought behind enemy lines with a knife after dark. He was the stuff of legend but the price was impossibly high


Heroes Funeral

The wizened man lays stately
Too small for the casket
In regimental mufti
Clutching a maroon beret

Surrounded by the brotherhood
Who have shared his life
In dark realms unknown to
Lesser men

His war ended seventy four
Long years ago
His terrors not blunted
By muting decades

His nights were filled
With images of death
No less screaming
For their passing years

He rests easy here
His soul now gone
To Elysiumís fields
Beyond this scorching vail

In benediction before him now
We place a poppy at his side
Step back salute
And say a prayer

In the hope that we may rest
As he is now when our turn comes
Praying all our horrors and lasting pain
Will wash away and not be in vain




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 51 times
Written on 2019-08-15 at 02:56

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text



Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Tom.
2019-08-17


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Stately, beautiful, reverent. A perfect tribute to the soldier.
2019-08-15