Flows the River Red

by | Nov 7, 2014 | Poetry | 0 comments

‘Nine Hundred Thousand Stems’ now wend their way
On down to river’s edge from vaulted room
“Once more into the light” (I softly pray)
Such sacrifice inferred by every bloom
In situ, they appear untouched by time
Divining out sad path to journey’s end
As did on day each left for foreign clime
In hope of righting wrongs, indeed forfend
Tis ‘Bloody Tower’ which hosts centenary
Where Kings of yore dared raise one’s severed head
Bears witness now in testamentary
To all poor souls perchanc’d for country ‘bled’
Here flows the river red beyond known shore
Whilst ravens pick at bones until no more

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