The Boneyard – A Poem

Old champions from battles surrendered;
Designs for a world that was lost;
Shed hopes that were one time engendered;
‘Fore any had tallied the cost.

Tis common that clashes, forgotten;
And purges by sands, are erased;
Gray generals’ dreams unbegotten;
And rout leaves ambition defaced.

Yet time has a manner of blurring;
And boneyards of thought do relive;
Ideas once consumed, they are stirring;
Not caring the dead to forgive.

They lingered in towers a ’shining;
The ancients who always abide;
Through long quiet years they sat ‘pining;
Awaiting the next rising tide.

The frosts of war’s winters are melting;
The elders emerge free of scorn;
Again the vile weapons are smelting;
Dismissing that millions still mourn.

 

About Joel D. Hirst

Joel D. Hirst is a novelist and a playwright. His most recently released work is "Dreams of the Defeated: A Play in Two Acts" about a political prisoner in a dystopian regime. His novels include "I, Charles, From the Camps" about the life of a young man in the African camps and "Lords of Misrule" about the making and unmaking of a jihadist in the Sahara. "The Lieutenant of San Porfirio" and its sequel "The Burning of San Porfirio" are about the rise and fall of socialist Venezuela (with magic).
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