The Tattered Flag!

On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag

the only indication of the battle

long forgotten the torment of lost innocence

or names of the fallen soldiers

one more conflict where nothing had been won

there a feeling of death still hung!

 

Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell

young lives ended in torment

grass now covered the site and sheep grazed

where restless souls still roam

no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite

as two armies clash in the fight!

 

Silence is what greets the visitor to this field

pleasant during daylight hours

as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low

and voices have been heard

crying out longingly on the endless breeze

rustling the grass and trees!

 

The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute

to those nameless soldiers

from long ago whose spirits will never leave

all those families of the fallen

remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice

in war a cruel and futile device!

 

The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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Decay!

There was that distinct smell of flesh decay

as the senior detective entered

the large and disused shipping warehouse

a small digger was excavating

a large deep hole in a nearby corner laid

three bodies were displayed!

 

When he started it was pick axes and shovels

the rookies did the digging

still it was progress no backache or blisters

the team had already arrived

he watched as another corpse was placed

noticing there was no face!

 

It seems as well none had any hands or feet

the odd aspect of the case

they had the killer to them had confessed

paid to dispose of evidence

his task to leave no means of recognition

or he would be in their position!

 

But he had come to them highly stressed

petrified and eager to talk

what he told them next sounded  insane

blurting out they were here

those he murdered he could see each one

his life he knew was done!

 

He had heard many confessions and stories

could distinguish the crazies

but this guy was plain scared out of his mind

said they were surrounding him

had to get them to be buried on holy ground

nobody else heard any sound!

 

Shaking and sweating gave them thirty names

it did get cold as we talk

put it down to my over worked imagination

but he was a spooky guy

the longer being with him I felt the presence

my misgivings rose to intense!

 

Suddenly it became silent he took a breath

his eyes bulged he turned blue

it was though something was strangling him

yet nothing was there to do it

in the two way glass sure he saw a reflection

there was a psychic connection!

 

It took a five minutes to absorb the bizarre scene

that is how he ended in this dump

finding every noise made him flinch wondering

if there were ghosts watching

surely not but the families could now get closure

it was hard keeping his composure!

 

Maybe this ageing detective was not a sceptic after all

had to get away from the decay to make a call!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Headstone!

She knelt by the dark grey marble headstone

once again on the anniversary

of the day she’d happily buried her husband

six feet down in the ground

eight years since she had caused his demise

for a man she did despise!

 

As the widow gloated behind a false facade

the same figure watched

behind her the deceased husband stood

turning could not see him

thinking once again how good and thrilling

never suspected in this killing!

 

No idea her good life would come to an end

as supernatural forces gathered

this time he followed her to a plush car

her long dead husband was back

what had changed to allow him the power

to be here again at this hour?

 

Angry sat next to the wife who murdered him

drove back to his once home

familiar items recalling such good memories

when he actually lived here

now a ghost haunting the house he had loved

before down the stairs shoved!

 

Whether there is a heaven or a place called hell

he had prayed so very hard

from a dark pitiless limbo it changed to hope

with a new man began to argue

started by the woman who had meant so much

now he would loath to touch!

 

Thrust to the floor berating of  him was bored

scrambling to her feet ran

up those familiar stairs shouting more abuse

pursued by this enraged man

like a replay saw her violent death as she fell

her neck broken he could tell!

 

Instantly he was at peace free no longer in turmoil

a tunnel so bright he could see

Looking down at her lifeless body he passed on

but a faceless evil took her soul

Engulfing it for that overdue journey to hell

righteousness had created this spell!

 

Justice it seems had at last been done!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Pensioner!

The pensioner heard  loud noises in the night

petrified it was a burglar.

But unwisely looked around the bungalow

yet everything was in place.

Except for the open back door all was still

in his lungs cold air did fill.

 

Around his wrinkled neck was a button pendent

for summoning urgent support.

Pressing it hard a young voice loudly replied

he could hardly speak.

Telling him to stay calm help was quickly coming

listening to a faint humming!

 

Shaken by this he sat down on a kitchen chair

staring out into the garden.

He recalled that grave size patch of ground

where nothing would grow.

Often wondering what was below the earth

at this moment felt no mirth!

 

A door bell ring made him nearly fall off the chair

taking awhile to let them in.

A warden and constable who were concerned

thoroughly checked around.

And seemed satisfied everything was fine

further help he did decline.

 

Alone once more it was certainly not the same

until now it felt like home.

Now every single sound made him quiver

and focused on the door!

As it re-opened on its own he now saw

like a shadow on the door!

 

He also had a bad heart this he couldn’t take

collapsing on the grubby floor.

The following day a social worker called

being shocked finding him.

Natural causes the post-mortem revealed

the secret in the ground sealed!

 

No suspicions aroused at how many died

in this council property.

After all they were all getting very old

so just natural causes!

Whatever was buried an untold mystery

somebody’s dark history!

 

Soon another elderly resident moved in!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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