Otorfoi

During the silent hours of the gentle light
When above its shape whole, the single eye
Amidst the tenderness of the calm falling rays
When the fire above overhead remains
Briefly and suddenly:
We hear them reaching out to ready minds
The play back of saturated moments of yesterday
Still living in the present day.

When the thick flux clears from our eyes
We see their thin reflection on the soul’s eye
Briefly and suddenly:
The rowdy procession of the forgotten past
Still struggling to survive in the present day.

Blaring and bereavement
They hear on the streets
Gasping and panting
For air in between waves like a hill
Gathering and packing
For survival in the blast at the battlefield

All in violence their souls to take
Their dreams frozen and abandoned
Briefly and suddenly;

Not a goodbye to loved ones
In a terrible fear their departure from the gates
Briefly and suddenly;

Their cries screaming the loudest
To the dead ear when opened, they come out
Briefly and suddenly.

On the streets a damage
On the slopes a shot
On the shores a drown

They live there in sadness
A real departure they await
Like convicts on death roll
A head of a ram to roll

Its blood to free their hold
Its voice to follow homewards
An abode of souls them awaits
Briefly and suddenly.