Member Poem

Daemon of Yesteryear
When breaths are still
And lungs refuse to exhale
Breath held, chest tranquil
We say until, until
Broken levers on a stalled mill
Silent cenotaphs in marching order
Rictus and baleful gazes attached to deathly bodies
Goaded into madness
A panoply of the fallen
If only, if only
We open our souls to dear veneration
The steppes and porticos vibrate with vengeance
If only, if only
It is arbitrary really, this pain that inhabits, oblivious
The temerity screams
If only, if only
We quibble and moan
Try to make this march on our own
Faint and sacrosanct we bemoan
If only, if only
An entropy of torment, hobbled and lame
A reclamation to some deific God
And I tire of
If only, if only
Vestiges of who you were lay scattered in the wind
Broken, fallen soldiers cast on the pyre of what we were
And the very air cries out to the ashes now lost
If only, if only
Tossed aside, defeated pride
We scream into the tide
If only, if only
Broken retribution and cold dismay
However what are we to say,
How are we to answer?
To only, if only
 
We bear fruit in this maelstrom no longer
Quiet cries and sullen goodbyes of
If only, if only
What did you say, that one day?
So long ago I can barely recall?
Until, until
And here I sit and make a reticent penance
Until, until that someday
If only, if only