Stranded are the Roman armies gathered from the mill, <br /> grinding iron from the shell, the single infant pill, <br />strange the mist of evil, worlds begin a soft decline, <br /> as angel light appears to remove the ancient line. <br />Immortal are you happy knights that field a battle play, <br /> several seconds rise above the dragon once to slay, <br />castles fly toward the sky giving hopeful signs, <br /> take the moat to fill a stream that secret valleys find. <br />Clear now is the heart that once held all hate, <br /> singing, spinning, living life to each scrap on the plate, <br />valid suggestions turn the mind into canals of carnal slime, <br /> all with ears can hear every single word rhyme. <br />Show, reflect, give, neglect, internal, relate, gentle, create. <br /> <br />Twist once more the angle, ride to doom injection, <br /> give the hope to find a harmless piece of genuflection, <br />come Kings, come Queens, rise heavenly haven shrouds, <br /> list the crimes against all men into flaming clouds, <br />tender mercy, hateful lust, born to be fulfilled, <br /> a crust has grown and now the man succeeds a home fresh peeled, <br />God has given, God will take the right to be our Lord, <br /> reigning high upon the world with disciples who were called. <br />One lonely soldier felt the gallows sensation, <br /> one heart, one mind, a unit of creation, <br />hold the life and stand for an answer to hostility, <br /> raise the flag and hoist a banner of invincibility. <br /> <br />We are now, we are here, we are not real, <br />we are firm, we are solid, we are a dream, <br />we are positive, we are actual, we are illusion, <br />we are power, we are strength, we are nothing, <br />nothing to no thing to something to some thing, <br />to something, to no thing, to nothing, absolute nothing.<br /><br />Richard Allen Beevor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-will-this-be/
