the gentle man
has disappeared

there are no posters
looking for him

the neighborhood
is not holding

hands as they
comb through

the dark forest
there are no

flowers or signs
in his memory

he is not
remembered

or missed
by anyone

but he will be
when silence

and sanity return

Where have the great games
of childhood gone?

Father and son
tossing the grenade

Little sister skipping
over ***** traps

Somehow, someway
we reached a cease fire
in the "eleventh hour
of the eleventh day
of the eleventh month"

Not sure which of us
was gaslighted
in the eerie orange
of shoreline blood
and the unsettled darkness

"You were right, I was wrong."
read the treatise

Somewhere, someway
an airplane missing
for nearly a century
descends from the clouds
and touches down
in an empty field

The fallen souls
of weaponry
unload on the tarmac

Let the games begin...

Will you smile for me?
Will you smile again?
Babe, will you love me?
Will you love me again?

I dream of you today
I dream of you again
Babe, I feel you today
I feel you like the rain!

You are my shining sun
and the day began,
I found my inspiration
in your love and passion.

Will you walk with me
in the green grass field?
Will you dance again
at the river with the wind?

Babe, I have some pain
Only you can cure me.
Please listen to me!
I need your love again?