Cold Rises

After attending a funeral for a fallen Marine in my husbands platoon.

Cold Rises

 

Stammering the maze

like a drifting body with no soul

in a graveyard at nightfall.

 

I sit down

and I see the blue satin

lining the inside of the casket.

 

Tears fall

like raindrops on parades

showering the worn faces of the family.

 

Cold rises

from the shivering bodies

shaping the walls

of the distressed church.

 

Marines rigid near the casket.

Standing in formation,

clad in uniform

pay tribute to a fallen hero.

 

Overhead Blue Angels roar in

cloudless skies.

 

His sapphire-like eyes are closed forever.

Never again can he run tattered fingers over

the flag for which he fought.

 

Reviews

[ToxicTears]

Wow ....this shows so much emotion. Very sad but sadly true. I really enjoyed reading this, it had a great flow.