"Where do we bury our heroes?"
Part 1
Where do we bury our heroes?
My grave was only for myself
The truth trades in ones and zeroes
With no key for the code
Tell of ferocious undated
Exploits that never came to be
Sorrowful, foolish and fated
Is all we leave alone
Like rusted roofs and cracked pavement
Derelict, dusty, overgrown
A house undone, a revenant
Floats through the light and dark
Blessed be you, gentle treader
You are autumn, soft slipping in
Breezy, uncanny, a soft weather
But leave this one untouched
Footsteps upon the shaky stone
Unstable as a new foal's legs
You didn't even telephone
But stay, and death defeat.
Part 2
Where do we bury our heroes?
My grave was only for myself
The truth trades in ones and zeroes
Yet you and I are two
Colours are mixed, feelings blended
In a soft-lit, carpeted room
Pull me with the thought of a red
Ruby rustle of truth
Like some black cloud, feel the horror
The weighty oblation of truth
It's enough to make a man stutter
And tremble everyday
Tell me of death, of atonement
Not our role nor the road we walk
Yet our sorrow, like sediment,
Adds a shade to this sea
What is purposed has a purpose
Even lost paths and undone lanes
In those places we most restless
See sunlight smiling on
Follow me out to the other side
Past the gate, past the fence and then
At last, by the by, eventide
Meets us, sultry and strange
Pick a shovel and choose whether
Left or right - help me to fulfill
Providence. Dark is the measure
Of this cup we must drink
Will you help me, will you reason
This out? This grave is an embrace
I always loathed, yet in season
I must be ready still
One day you or I will enter
That dark space, "the way of all men"
That inevitable winter
Descends, our nature's dove
A friend, too good, a steady hand
You add your sweat to mine, so kind
And, dropping, it wets the wasteland
Where we will one day be
I share conceits, you apprehend
The end: two-week old soda flat
Thoughts. It's blackness, like a by-end,
We are a splash in the dark.
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