<\/p>\n
The waning moon on the restless sky<\/p>\n
Smelt of fumes as fragrant glass,<\/p>\n
Among the leaves the ravens cry –<\/p>\n
Should I stop, or gently pass?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Like altars in pagan halls of Greece<\/p>\n
Stands silent graves, they wait, atone.<\/p>\n
In a grave of darkness, broken dreams,<\/p>\n
Embers of ignited flesh and bone.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cHere rests in peace a valiant lad<\/p>\n
Who feared not death, but God.\u201d<\/p>\n
And beneath the ground lay all he had<\/p>\n
Gathered in a foreign field abroad.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Busts of Caesars, gods and men<\/p>\n
In silence sing their notes.<\/p>\n
None would know if, how and when<\/p>\n
Maggots tore through their throat.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In the winter moon\u2019s waning light<\/p>\n
A barren tree atones.<\/p>\n
The pale lips of smoky night<\/p>\n
Kisses a ground interred with bones.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The ghostly angels, a waning night<\/p>\n
Stand waiting like some fallen suns;<\/p>\n
Here violets musks like humans fight<\/p>\n
On grounds of bullets, sinews and guns.<\/p>\n
Here the rose bestrewn like corpses smell,<\/p>\n
Like fires that level lands to dust.<\/p>\n
Imploring love, sweet love that fell<\/p>\n
Like incense ashes on a dead god\u2019s bust.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Ancient hands, ancient lands,<\/p>\n
Ancient voices\u2019 predatory note,<\/p>\n
Ancient souls their rest demand<\/p>\n
With ancient hands at my throat.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Far off in a kitchen a mother feeds<\/p>\n
A child that waits for the world to be known.<\/p>\n
Like a ghastly yawn the sea recedes :<\/p>\n
The roads of slaughter lead to the throne.<\/p>\n
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Somoshree Palit The waning moon on the restless sky Smelt of fumes as fragrant glass, Among the leaves the ravens cry – Should I stop, or gently pass? Like altars in pagan halls of Greece Stands silent graves, they wait, atone. In a grave of darkness, broken dreams, Embers of ignited flesh and bone. \u201cHere rests in peace a valiant lad Who feared not death, but God.\u201d And beneath the ground lay all he had Gathered in a foreign field abroad. Busts of Caesars, gods and men In silence sing their notes. None would know if,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":46,"featured_media":0,"parent":32,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-67","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/67","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/46"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/67\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/67\/revisions\/71"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/32"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}