11 November 2015
Death shall have its dominion
After all is said and done
Year on year we remember more
Clearly as the leaves fall
Between the headstones
Drifting down centuries
Of endless war, as babies drown
On Mediterranean shores
And the rape of Syria
Wearies the world
In its cocoon before climate
Change wakes us all from
The Sleep of Us Undead.
But the woman my humanity
Holds me to be, has hope
Though not in my lifetime
Perchance sometime
A young girl will dance
Where once Death stalked
Will sing where Blood spilt
In Her Life we shall be reborn.