Legacy

The weapon is dead, war is dead, in my bones. They are dead they are buried and never never again will they come back to life. Now a minute of silence: a new silence birthplace of another anthem an anthem of joy the joy of mingling of being together lost joy left behind in the bloodstained earth. Joy drowned in the stream of blood joys dances feasts blossom from the depths of my bones like thousands of blossoms plain to see over the garden: flowing treasures treasures brought by time: the legacy of white bones the white bones of thousands upon thousands of my bodies; a mountain of lime over the grave of war...