Blades of grass pressed to the earth left droplets of dew on the toes of their boots.
Ten men kept pace, evenly spaced, down an unbroken path without leaving a trace.
They followed, never slowed, to a place they did not know.
The distant sound of gunfire echoed their sorrow.
They didn't stop to listen; no cries from fellows, no lies were bellowed.
The night glowed, hallowed and proud, for weary travelers both young and old.
Two men wore gray, one man blue, another draped in browns, five wore white, and the last a sash.
Each dressed as they died. Following one another without guise.
In silence, as in life, they passed though the fields leaving little for others to feel.
Yet others came, from afar and near, as called to pass muster in the killing fields.
Unknown, as they were, names without destiny. Troubled souls; long forgotten, long ago buried, were no longer harried.
They left as they came, soon joined, in silence.
As they passed eleven became their number with the distant thunder.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
The edge of the universe was at the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t say it. Instead, I bit a piece of my universe and found myself in the middle of another dimension. This place held so many wonders that I was enthralled enough to wet my pants. There was no need for modesty in my universe for I was the only person in the vast expanse. For this, I found no great happiness, nor sorrow, only a tranquillity which comes from the unknown. I need not return, nor shall I ever expect to find what was never there in the first place. Yet, I am completely happy with my universe. I am content to stay here forever and then it will be my choice.