War Elegy

The sky is dyed in two flashes of light

Where still laments the ivory morning

The rustle of life pervades all your pores

A shadow recedes, approaches the shore

Clay coloured landscape opens beneath your feet

While

The canticle of the forest muffles the dreary plain

Your ominous shack leans against the hill

On the table, nothing but bread, wine

And roses

In the distance, the pack of wolves, its fiefdom, repossesses

The bell went, no doubt, no more links, more impulses

Your herd does not deviate from the path, dry, dusty

Ochre are your hands that lead it

Well.

Desert sand where flies your soul

Inescapable passage of forgotten nomads

Lost, your heart clings to her smile

A smile that once belonged to you

Then vanished

In the trenches now, odourless, tasteless

Without her, without faith

The night streams overflow the wild howling

Incontinently

On a misty island emerges the Sage, sighing

And bones dust you will return

So will your heirs

Until exhaustion, until the end of time.

                                                                                   2010

Illustration War Elegy, Giaco

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Music: Journey to the line, Zimmer. 

https://youtu.be/wE5tsPjkzHk