Kit Kelen #337 - unknown soldiers (for Dafna Staretz)

337

unknown soldiers

for Dafna Staretz

in the Garden of Paradise

are they not the blessing

fallen to ashes

the image remains

this visage shows

is this not the peace

for which they have given

we dream it

dream with them

we are the one truth

all sing

blow trumpets

bring walls down

weren't we the ears all listening

aren't we the same eyes to watch

one less

one more of those bastards gone

where do they spring from

how are they so many

who feeds them

who breathes life

in their hatred

'their dead are as ours'

no, blasphemy

'not the same'

is the either-side echo

death echoes in our everyday

freedom fighters

homeland defenders

death might come at any hour

any of us could be a next martyr

the moment

stars the firmament

each little anger

are they brothers

whose brothers

fathers, cousins, uncles, sons

women are among them too

their dead are bent from a lie

ours are truth's purer form

they are memory stood up to shine

no, the numbers are never equal

stones against rifles

bottles for bombs

how sly their dead are

they lock me away for saying

lock me out of their hearts

death echoes in our everyday

night could come at any hour

any of us might be martyred

the firmament

is all such stars

they have fallen for an evil whim

our dead are brighter

than daylight

there is no telling

these faces apart

the death mask

shows the noble features

and here is the criminal mind

this less-than-human tricked to our shape

death is such a little change

see same smile

we're with them now

where is the peace

for which they have given

must not ask why

no, none of us must

each is a nail

in our enemy's coffin

we dream it

dream with them

we are the one truth

no telling

what's a question now

all sing

blow trumpets

bring walls down

fallen to ashes

the image remains

in the Garden of Paradise

are they not the blessing

this visage

this – the remembering

be ever mindful

of what they have given

are our hearts now not full

will laughter

will tears

come to them again

death is what we cannot know

they are there for us

is this not the peace

for which they have given

we dream it

dream with them

we are the one truth

step into the mirror

and see