Whispering illusions,
A perplexed movement;
A blossoming redolent rose,
Entwines bereavement.

Aside languish grace,
demean,
Before substance leads;
Behind anguish,
tormentation.
Trickle profuse seeds.

Body voices,
splenetic,
Tearing conjured flight;
Concur,
scintillating ripples,
Serene,
flourished sight.

Enigmatic cape,
enrobes,
A waning ritual;
Conceives animation,
endless,
Thrown terrestrial.

Diverging echoes,
cascade,
Reclining eaves,
weep;
Winsome in appearance,
possessed,
Reposed,
mystics leap.

Flickering life,
sunders
In the noonday sun;
A flaming knife,
meticulous,
With satire juices,
run .

In timid grace,
contorted,
Embracing the sky;
Immortal presence
exultant,
Tracing doubtless by.

A consumated sparkle,
Amber splendour,
sears;
A blissful plumage,
roams,
Forming carmine tears.

A tender,
mottled movement,
v Thousand lonely reeds;
Unveiled pinnacled climax,
meets,
A taunting fire,
feeds.

S. Cameron   LVI

Was it worth the eL'for,L, was it worth
the deaths?

The generals do not think of this
behind their gleaming desks,

They said he died courageously, they
said he was brave,

But now he is another corpse rotting
in his grave.

The army; he was nothing to them,
just another name and number,

He had died like many others, he had
died in vain,

The army gave kim a medal to lay
beside his hat,

But to his Ma and Pa at home, what
was the use of that?

No longer is he remembered, by
friend or even foe,

In heaven he is remembered still as
faithfull "Yellow Joe"

K.Raynor