Its time to bury the dead

Its time to bury the dead

Its time to bury the dead,
Their blood that was so red,
Is now all brown.

The smell is not so fresh,
A sign of putrid death,
For they are gone.

Got shot down in their prime,
Now they’ll rest, for all time,
A silent sleep

Fall to your knees, its time to weep,
For their bodies the worms will eat,
Their souls departed.

 © simon garlick

I Hid

I Hid

I hid, I hid,
I held my breath
They were coming
I could hear them
Hear their dogs barking
Hear the men shouting
I held my breath
And still I hid

I heard a gun shot
A crack, a scream
A child was crying
And still I hid
I hid in a dark space
Hid in my hiding place
I hid and I held my breath
And still I heard them
I heard them coming

The dogs were barking
The men were shouting
A child was crying
A gunshot cracked
For one brief moment
All was silent
Then a woman was screaming
And still I hid

The scream was silenced
There was still shouting
The dogs still barking
Came ever closer
My heart was pounding
My head was banging
My tears were rolling
Yet still I hid

Then there was knocking
And tapping and rapping
And then loud shouting
And louder barking
And then they were biting
The dogs were attacking
And then I was screaming
My tears were now streaming
And they were still shouting
At me where I hid

Then there was silence
A crack and then silence
And now I was drifting
My pain was now lifting
As higher I rose
Just drifting, just drifting
And that’s when I saw them
Just young men and children
All shooting and shouting
And dogs ever hounding
And there I was lying
In the place where I hid.

 

 © simon garlick