Day 29

Day 29

The war requiem was not a bore, it took its national duties ambitiously
amid the raging paranoia that nothing could ever be secure,
with duplicitous and anti-patriotic sorts crouching in every corner and leering from every shadow;
across the ocean the list of prohibitive immigrants grew long,
attempting to preclude the endangerment of innocence
in a yearning for an unblemished world by those who would destroy what they cannot possess…

He kept an austere façade, military justice would have demanded that he die,
in a death sentence that could not be reversed, with the motive wrapped in a holy oblivion
of double negatives and circumlocutions, the music of muted passion buried
under a “lovelessness that passeth understanding”,
and with an absence of any force to reverse the tragic momentum of the event;
the bystanders were complicit in his fate,
though mere mental projections that had their will with him morning and night, even as they tried to rescue him from the master matrix,
thinking good and doing evil, children damaged by an excess of adult emotion in a world of victims and predators,
with the harm that desire can cause by those who have not exorcised the darkest strains of their nature
when there is no fairy to resolve the issue by dropping magic juice on sleeping eyes…

A language of sweet noises were cast in harmonic pratfalls that vanished before they could be caught,
like a lullaby from another world and a fragrance that comes to rest in a warmth of utter peace,
save for one fleeting shadow crossing the mind through the shell of a ruined cathedral,
whispering words that have been set to music thousands of times;
the vaulted complex architecture transforming the personal into the political, the secular into the sacred,
the cold into the expressive shiverings of a midnight appointment between lovers…