Time of Passing
Desert storm.
Unsettled,
Fine tracks where the people used to be.
Polished bones.
Envisioned failure,
Marks the grave of beleivers who attempt Sanctuary.
Little things.
A hardened force,
For those who seek.
Time waves.
Simple gesture,
Corrects his posture, sits up in his chair.
Cherrywood cane.
Poised as if a threat,
Dainty pendulum of death.
Poison laced.
A fitting costume,
Noble name embedded in the hem.
Trumpets howl, muzzles raised.
A fanfare chorus,
21-gun testimony to a worthy sea-dog.
War rages.
Children cry,
Time has a grey beard.
Bigger picture.
Winds swirl once more,
Grains of sand amoungst a pillar of dust.
-Michael Hampton