by | Jul 12, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

Six shoulders bare the coffins’ weight
Twelve hands connect with natural wood
Sixty fingers curl round tight.

Six heads carry a sense of disbelief
Twelve eyes keep front with tears subdued
Reflective without rhyme.

Six saddened hearts share a family’s grief
Twelve feet step with a measured tread
Sixty toes clench in time.

Six hands are ordered for an equal salute
Twelve ears deafened as the engines fed
Rising to cruising height.

Six soldiers stand down at ease
Twelve eyes allow a tears release
Sixty fingers, pray for peace.


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