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J. T. BENNETT : The Lily
J. T. BENNETT : The Fallen

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J. T. BENNETT
The Lily

Draped elegantly and proud, all slender and white, the Stargazer Lily, with its sweet perfume— not a flower could compare, not a star in the night. Poppies red, like spots across the meadow, a folded cloth, a day to remember. Suits and arms; medals shiny. Why mourn when the poppies dance so prettily in the wind, and the lilies lie, all slender and proud? And then, like a star, they open-up… and there you are! All white, pure and new, like the spring; like the new morning.

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J. T. BENNETT
The Fallen

The earth moans, corpses stare, their eyes empty tunnels; absent; departed. Scenes held still; captions; imprisoned. They are the fallen, the photo from the pocket; the father, the lover. Rain pelts down… ammunition firing, large pellets; droplets, spots on soft casings of empty shells, with sweat and blood mingles. It runs in pinkish rivers, beneath camouflage wrappers; the inner remains of brave, dead men. Dawn breaks. The sun rises, but nothing stirs. Still is all but the tall grass as it dances in the morning breeze. Miles away, as the cock crows; birds sing; children play. Unaware, their fields are tainted with acres of death on the summer’s day. The sun reaches out in the clear blue sky as scorching, sweltering carcasses stiffen, their rigid figures covered in flies, reeking; putrid, rotting eyes. Summer ends, and autumn tarnishes the bloody ground. Wind blows; leaves dance and scurry around. An amber bed; crisp with colours, dead and deepening. Gales rage like a torrent, cold as ice. The soil is their bed, their slumber, their camouflage from the shells in life. Snow falls softly: a gentle tickle; a white sheet of linen; covered, protected, never forgotten. Spring dawns, draws breath. Shoots of birth stretch forth through furrows of darkness. Blackness, hard soil deepened with gloomy madness, now awakens; stillness from sleep. A sprout, a bud, bursts forth, arises; spurting; erupting, emerging in warmth; burrowing, softening; nestling, a new beginning… A life lost; a love remembered… will always live on.

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The Lily June 24, 2009 (From the book ‘Pillars of Sand. Poems made from Dreams.’) published with poet's permission.'

The Fallen July 22, 2014 (From the book ‘Pillars of Sand. Poems made from Dreams.’) published with poet's permission

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