by Mark Dron | Jul 29, 2009 | Poetry
Ranks of granite, Stand ranked like Grenadiers, lost in the frigid mists of time. Beneath these empty, silen t stones, unmarked graves, unclaimed bones, no names engraved, no legends, no words of solace nor holy comfort, nothing to tell those who will come, what...
by Mark Dron | Jul 27, 2009 | Poetry
“At the setting of the Sun” Beneath the glistening, Ink black night, ill-lit by faded stars, in the shadow of the sickle Moon the desert stretches unto heaven. A tattered remnant flutters, stirred by ghostly hands, the faded red, white and blue stained with soot and...
by Mark Dron | Jul 13, 2009 | Poetry
In dreams when things seem better, when wrong turns are never taken, when happiness lasts and scans always pulse, that’s where we’ll find you. The daily grind seems worse without you here, there’s not a day that doesn’t pass when we don’t think of you, when we don’t...
by Mark Dron | Jul 13, 2009 | Poetry
We steam for safety, grey walls of water crash across the bows. Two hundred souls, crammed inside a metal skin, living in one another’s stink. Puking, mewling, like infants in need of milk, we stagger along storm-battered decks, iron corrodes under foot. Ripped and...
by Mark Dron | Jun 29, 2009 | Poetry
In the shadow of black chimneys they stumble, wrapped in funeral rags drowning in oceans of ash. Millions lost, in lost instants to the senseless slaughter, which they say cannot happen again; yet continues in a myriad bulletins from any number of hell-holes bereft of...
