For POETS UNITED ~ Poetry Pantry #222 ~ The Last Glance at a Young Martyr ~
The Last Glance was time itself
as all have to go -they go
the body is taken, lifted and lowered
scriptures spoken and flowers showered
before that not a morsel can be eaten
as food is no longer needed by the taken,
all eyes are on the body so laid
fear in the eyes, tears on the face
this is a war bloody and barbarian
young old brave and bold,
all are shaken-
I too stepped in the cold room
as close as I could and
shivered and sweated as I stood-
silence so Holy above you I felt
Eternal sleep to the world around-
Freedom from the clayey cage
To a Higher Call a Higher Ground
The Chosen the Special the Best-
Heavenly Light enclosed as you slept
dressed in white complete shroud
You were under Heaven’s cloud
In peace -may your soul always rest,
amen-

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