Shields and pens pristine , so we yield into white shaking flags of defeat 33 minutes ago

Sifting through tilled  
    rich soil wildflower fields of the dead  
        stood as tame faded yellow mane lions eyes  
brown winged hooded vultures take what they wish  
 
rotting meat off brittle white marrow bones  
    i say the names of the fallen in my head  
        as they pass from familiar homelands of remembrance  
into rosemary shrub realms forgotten  
 
those who never returned  
    gorgeous girls committing suicide  
        guys growing up steel sailing ship gauntlet stern  
death by secrets silence  
 
voiceless fishing rod thought stream verse  
    witty raging white stallion remarks  
            front page Sunday paper periodical satire  
has lulled quiet  
 
the fog of calm cradles us in mirrors reflection  
    hearts on loan at museums is all we are  
        taking in curious catatonic crowds to gather  
restless riots viewed from vicious angles  
 
i say  
        "let them come and put me on display,living but once without regret!"