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All We Are Is Our Past Dreams
ALL WE ARE IS OUR PAST.
..WE...HAVE...NO...FUTURES..
Who will tell of OUR stories,
we whose names are in this rock?
A gash in Time and Space,
reminder of that black hole
that sucked us all in.
Like a leprous wound,
oozing death out,
suppurating the pain and loss
that we paid.
And paid.
And still pay!
More than any price
of some piece of granite.
No rock can assuage a hurting mind.
You see names; I hear cries.
You see stone; I see shredded dreams,
bloodied flak-jackets, ruined lives.
And we all prayed this prayer
at one time or another::
O, God of Life and Death!,
if You DO come
in Your inevitableness,
please, PLEASE grant a warrior
his one last wish::
come in gentleness!!
Let me die unafraid!!!
