Rest with the fallen

Sleep with the dead, they are friends

Even those you feared


Welcome death and peace

The corpse rotting in the grave

The corpse is nothing


Time cleanses no-one

Words will never heal the wounds

The victims of wars


Knock, knock at my door

Patriotic lies, and jokes

The poets are poor


War-mongers are pimps

Whore-mongers self-dealing fools

Thirsty and starving


The dead are alive

Flash in the warmth of a smile

Remembered in song


Beat the air apart

Freedom from the drum of doubt

The departed rest


(A Haiku Septet)


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