A broad incision sits across the evening

The victim to our fathers' lost war

The restless children sit and mourn the graves

Of those they've never seen before

Will they be buried here among the dead

In the silent secret?



The pioneers

In dealing with it they march for dawn

Of will and worthy

The truth be told, the child was born



Man your own jackhammer

Man your battle station

We'll have you dead pretty soon

Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine

Man your own battle station

We'll have you home pretty soon



Awake through motion

With curiosity to curtain your first move

Over arm's length they'll break protocol

Jealous envy for the youngest one

To be the hero is all I'll ask

Can I be buried here among the dead

With room to honor me here in the end?

You'll be better off too soon

You'll be better off when you get home



For you

I'd do anything just to make you happy

Hear you tell me that you're proud of me

For them

I'd kill anything, cut the throats of babies for them

Break their hearts for they were them

Waiting for you to say

I love you too



The navigator

The pilot

Her favorite

The one they call the vision that bares the gift



Will

Do the children really understand

The things you did to them?

And why, oh why

Should they conjure up the will?

For you, my love, I would kill him



In the seventh turning hour

Should the victims shadow fall

Would the irony go hungry?

With victory and all they sought for

We were one among the fence

One among the fence




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