Eleventh

I dare not sing
my songs today
or write of platitudes
so often said,
for one like me
to engage poetry
does nought but a disservice
to the dead.

War Dance verse one

Ezekiel holds his court
among their stark remains
though now lifeless ivory
lost memories break the chains
of death’s eternal prison
that on these bones was wrought
to animate in macabre pantomime
the battles they have fought.