This poem provides important background for the story.1 “I said in my heart, ‘Come now, I will test you….’” ~ The Preacher The sea rose around me in silent suspension, the roar of its stillness too vast to hear, its
In metal trust, you sons of men, In weapons trust, warriors of blood, For what else lives that men can love? I’ve seen men kill and die like sheep, I trust no man- I’ve tasted their love. Savages who gnaw
Title by translator C. Potter. Before this sword a thousand men have died; Before these eyes a thousand thousands have found their end. Yet here I stand, and You are too mighty for me; Here I kneel, and You overcome
Quiet! For the wind cries from the east; It speaks of suffering and of silencing shattering, It speaks of courts, in whose cants are death’s shade, It speaks of a gathering against His Anointed, That all like lambs may be
* * 1 * * He came on the summer solstice, walking out from under the sun’s setting orb into the town, and he had upon his head a black hat, upon his feet black boots, free of dust, upon
Notes from Interview, 11/19/2*** “I blew his brains out.” Those were the first words the prisoner said to me when I sat down across from him. He’s a tall man, thin, with strong, ink-stained fingers and stubble- rough, not sloppy-
Note: Last edited 12/22/20. Title added 12/29/22. Ban’s armor gleamed in the sunlight as he strode forward, passing between the two tall walls of stone. He was bound for the Great Way all his kin had walked or would walk,
Note: This is a camp song (the sheet music for which is posted here) meant to be sung by soldiers, with each return of the refrain increasing in length. I’ve killed many men, sir, I’ve killed many men, I’ve thrown
Note: A poem about… see if you can figure it out. Women wail as warlords waste, Lusts of flesh with cold steel embraced, Stomachs torn for birthless babies, Blood for dead men who know life’s taste. Death we tasted, and