Scribblings & Photos by Damian Oxborough @ finishmysong.com
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Ode to Fallen Friends
Unwilling corpses lay
Shells of lives past,
As skeletons are sleeping
On long-dry arteries
And water-logged lungs
Where blood is rerouted
Around the very struggle for air.
And yet calm will always
Dominate this sacred woodland:
Boy still meets girl
In sun-drenched clearing,
Both dressed this year's part,
While poets still
On rocks and riverbanks,
Mulling in postcards
Under kindly trees.
And so the waters flow
Even as we watch them,
Glancing within,
Or pass by humming
Unflinchingly drifting ahead.
And bluebells still nod
At falling blossom
Over reflections
In frames that begin
To breathe again.
