Dust Off Angel

J Smith


Within the heavens a new star shall shine this night

For each warrior who fell this day


But who shell come to the battles edge

Too wade in the rice patty stench and muck


To walk in the napalm’s burning flash

As they cradle the fallen within their arms


Angels cloaked in garments of war

For they, warriors themselves


In battles and times

that have gone before


Have stepped from the battles edge

Too lift up and take a brother home


The Painting- Dust Off- is by Norm Bergsma