Let us sleep fraying for eternity. Radhamani sarma

 

Poem of the week: Strange Meeting by Wilfred Owen

Let us sleep fraying for eternity.

All through guns and granites,

I escaped after much battle and blood,

Mad frenzy of lying as were sleeping,

Enemies, dead soldiers, pitiless, and pitiable;

Calm and cool as were fast asleep,

I sensed hell was there, amidst hell

I am breathing to view many 

horrendous and stupid in a way;

with a tap I reached close

to him with half dead and alive,

a passive conversation 

to resuscitate him, at least a belief;

there was a time, each ran after beauty

 wild and vigor, now comes seeming rest

and peace, yet each clothed in its own coil

the pity of war in eyes wandering everywhere.

 You and I warring, still warring,

Dead in a way, dying into another coil,

In  a cold world, in a cool balm

Let us sleep praying for eternity.