Come, have you been to the field of bones?
Where skulls grin and gleam in the sun,
Where rusting sabers glint and shiver in the wind,
Where flags and pennants waver in the dust?
Have you listened to the caw of crows,
The haunting laughter of hunting hyenas,
The soft moan of the lonely wind?
Have you seen the lengthening shadows
Of cracked shields and helms?
The last grapple of the earth with man?
If you have not, then you must go.
You must see for yourself
What we have lost and the price
That we have paid to breathe this air,
To enjoy this bottle of blood red wine,
To frolick beneath cool white sheets,
To birth little kiddies learning to play
With toy guns, barbie dolls and slingshots;
You must come, you must see.
Then maybe you will tell them
That whisper of conquests and power
That the sea is red here
And the earth has gone to rest.
You will, if you see what I show you,
Tell them that on the field of bones
All is silent and ghosts stand still
Waiting for someone to remember why
They had to give for you to breathe.
I am reading the Naruto manga for the first time. I have seen the anime and I probably would have preferred it if I could get my hands on it but the manga is a superb substitute anyhow.
The field of bones created by Kimimaro's last effort before he died to Garaa's prowess affected me. I just had to write a verse. It looked really lonely and I believe that kind of place will be haunted forever. Who would want to travel through a field of bones, human bones growing out of the earth?
©warpedpoetic, 2018