Sonnet 290

So close to life he lay, so close, still warm
His lids left wide, eyes bright in morning sun
Straw hair disheveled, wanting there a comb;
Red mouth agape as if paused in a song.
Still he was dead, I knew, forever gone;
Dried crimson on his chest betrayed his fate
As if some flowers pinned to breast were done;
Stained wilted time that harkened better days.
What must I tell his mother….he was brave,
Not that I heard him whimper in the night,
What to remember of the life he gave?
Not that he cried for home with failing sight.
What shameful sin, that patriotic lie —
That innocence for some false honor, die.

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Sonnet 289

Those precious tears that rise up from your eyes
Now let me know that I have been forgiven,
An hour ago my soul you did deride
Fair with the very right and weight of heaven;
I am not worthy, yes I have deceived,
Ranged far from heart and home and all I loved,
Not sure of even yet what I believed,
Prisoner of dark lusts there so enslaved.
But I have broken free those bonds, yes free;
Bashed through the sordid gates of living hell
So that once more your visage I might see
Before the sounding of that surly bell.
My tears join yours, I touch that lovely face
That through some madness I did long disgrace.

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Sonnet 288

So was her proof of virtue there not given
There on that marriage bed ‘neath eyes God,
Her eyes upturned toward absolving heaven
Though knowing she did lay a sinning fraud.
No honor there could stain white linen sheets
Save tears that fell in breach of piety,
That crumpled white did fists of guilt there pleat,
While love was consecrated solemnly;
In act ordained, now she a loving wife
Dubbed pure in heart through deference to sound faith,
Yet husband true did note the tears of strife
His visage shadowed in a cloud of wraith.
But God stayed silent, she relaxed her grasp…
Praying that in time, he’d never ask.

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Sonnet 287

Gold and vermillion here the colors run
Heralding retreat to whites and greys
Marking the surrender of summer sun
Whose lowly flight does now the land dispraise;
Scorched earth, the world ablaze, sweet summer lost
And now great fortune burning up in flame,
That verdant wonder that did hills fair gloss
Now pyrrhic plunder doomed to fallen shame.
Here still that final charge though brief was grand,
Though gold and crimson spill upon the ground
As blood and treasure from a conquered land
Stain sore the heart of vanquished king discrowned.
So kingdoms rise, so shall they meet their end;
The glory of new life shall life defend.

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Sonnet 286

When I am gone, my home shall be your heart
Amongst other hallowed places I once roamed,
Ensconced in bosom true, never apart,
Together we shall walk upon the brome.
When you look out across a prairie grand
Or at the Rocky Mountains purpled grey,
Boreal forests vast in proud command
Or golden fields soft temperate winds do sway;
There you will see me, face to burning sun
Or softly melting into stands of trees,
Above the tree line, victory nearly won—
Or wandering foothills like some errant breeze.
Your quickened breast will tell you I am near,
And we together have but god to fear.

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