Death

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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