Post by AquarianM on Sep 19, 2003 at 2:14am

Salvation's Rust:

They put the baby in the field,
Cold and quiet-like,
Dust howls by,
The sands grind our teeth,
Only the bones fall slowly,
Time over the river now gone,
Somewhere beyond Eden,
Iron horses and hawks fallen,
Tears on our letters,
The pen at our worried necks,
Give us the quiet lanterns,
Crying behind flapping cotton,
Gifted ink and no lies whispered,
Give us the voices of home,
Send away the cold angry angels,
Give us dear loving friends,
And not some dust deviled sphinx riddle,
Born to hide the shame.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/19/2003

Author's Comments:
Why are we really there? (Iraq)