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The Nature of the Beast

by Graeme Fielden

Where once the battered corpses of the mind
Do burn, expose and turn beneath the sun
There now lies moonlight exposing none
The thoughts in fields where once they played.

Generals battle, desks aloft
Exposing cognac to their mind
A stalemate game with teenage pawns
And now beneath their corpses lie.

A mother's tears and how they're drowned
By bombast epiphets of war
Protests on streets and medals hung
On corner's where our boys once played.

Yet all the wars were ever fought
And all the battles won for play
Say nothing for the wasted youth
When histories repeat today...

03/29/2003

Posted on 03/29/2003
Copyright © 2024 Graeme Fielden

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Derek Gregory on 03/31/03 at 10:24 AM

wow , very straight forward

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 03/31/03 at 03:53 PM

Yes, when the CROWD continues to behave like CROWD, History fails to deliver any msg.

Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 04/01/03 at 12:20 AM

Rich in image, sparse in word, truth in content, stimulating to the mind...poetry - A shame we have to keep slipping our young beneath the earth in one pointless exchange after another..if they were only here with us to enjoy the flowers that grow wild where they lay...that would be a poem, that would be a day! - RCat

Posted by Rhyana Fisher on 04/14/03 at 12:47 PM

current reading: a most informative book on the circumstances and aftermath of hiroshima.

this hits me particularly hard right now. i keep getting this mental pic of humanity in general and u.s. citizens in particular as a flock of blind sheep being pushed off a cliff one by one by smirking shepherds.

or maybe i'm just strange that way. heh.

whatever the case, this made me think, thank you very much.

Posted by Anne Engelen on 07/09/03 at 03:16 PM

Too bad this is so true! Great read:)

Posted by JD Clay on 01/17/05 at 01:57 PM

Great poetics here Graeme. A melancholy message with the impact of a twenty-one gun salute at the end. It might be different should they send their own sons, eh! Pe4ce...

Posted by Max Bouillet on 04/03/05 at 03:10 PM

The bad thing about honoring living heroes is that we forget the dead. Great read.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/21/05 at 03:50 PM

...graeme, well said, my man...lovely words, tragic instance[war]and you peg the dimensions...sorta like when logger fell a tree they yell "timber" and yet, birds shriek, "home!, home!...great poetics on a sad subject...well done...peace, chaz

Posted by JD Clay on 04/06/06 at 02:33 PM

I'm back for another read because it's that good. A poignant poem that truly hits home. Aptly titled too. pe4ce...

Posted by Junemarie Roldan on 05/26/08 at 12:48 AM

It breaks my heart too, that's the main reason I'm voting for McBUSH (I mean McCain.)

Posted by Junemarie Roldan on 05/26/08 at 12:49 AM

I'm sorry, I meant to say, not voting for McCain.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/31/08 at 08:19 PM

Very well done Graeme, a sad truth...CharMin

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/01/08 at 12:41 PM

Excellent poem - love the form and one of the best expressing this frustration.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/07/08 at 05:19 PM

you nailed it, graeme. it's a depressing truth.

might i also add that i desperately wanted this poem to knock on that rhyme theme a bit more. i kept getting bits of slight end rhyme...internal rhyme. it just has this awesome rhythm, and my ear wanted the rhyme too. just a thought :)

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