A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, August 07, 2023

mortal equipment

The dead are always 
fully-armed. Reduced 
to ash, or buried embalmed. 
We dress them in some Sunday 
best, let fire or gravestone 
do the rest.
They strike at us 
from vales beyond
by poleax, spear, or
sword of flame.
The dead 
are always
fully-armed. 
Sometimes,
they don't even
need 
a name. 

They stand in warning 
by dangerous paths.
What happened to them
could happen again. It
has happened before. 

So we stand transfixed 
warned off from risk, 
and love, 
and pain

galore. 

2 comments:

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Anonymous said...

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