Pristine Hospital moans with land mine legs
broken branches bearing no cross,
the dispossed dream of
devastation whilst
weary nurses weep
giving birth to the days end
fatigue feeding the acceptence
that sobbing shadows whisper
time is devouring the relief
they know nothing of peace.

only the dead know peace
exhume their pale corpse's
breathe life back into them
listen
as decayed lips speak
through mouths filled with dirt
only then
will the finger bones of my brothers grasp
the black wind and shake the dove
from the shoulders of the sky,
with empty shoes and
veins bleeding a white rain
only then will
the dead bring peace
only the dead know peace.