wouldst thou cradle-me down to ends of the earth
where hades and heaven rage in roiling surf
where the screaming of death imbue screams of rebirth
oh lead me to where i am found

 

wouldst thou fly me to depths of blinkin�?and nod
draw me to heights caressing locks of the gods
to slay human hate on the sting of the rod
oh lead me to where i am bound

 

wouldst thou fall-me from cerulean sky
drag me in snarling swamp ‘til i smother and die
wouldst thou sever my throat if-i would-dare cry
oh lead me to where i am ground

 

kill the bly-fighter kill them like flies
kill the sic-savage as they’re caught in a lie
kill then by virtue �?an eye for an eye
oh lead me away without sound

 

wouldst thou mercifully grant-me a last solemn desire
where my soul’s nay forgotten or frittered in fire
and my mettle was loving though my destiny dire
oh leave me the fox not the hound

 

wouldst thou cradle-me down to ends of the earth
where there’s sly-slur and sweet-valour ‘neith roiling dearth
where the screaming of living imbue screams at our mirth
oh lead me to where i can drown

 

wouldst-thou wish-me-off as red-kite’s final dive
falling in silence �?no language �?no cries
a dull thud on the earth �?no wasted good-bye’s
oh take-me to where her heart pound

 

wouldst thou cradle-me down to ends of the earth
where hades and heaven rage in roiling surf
where the screaming of death imbue screams of rebirth
oh lead me to where i am found

 

no marks will there be on me mound

 

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not done so very well - i think the stanza are out of order somehow - but this is what came to me during the early morning hours this morning

 

the inspiration came when thinking about the armies of history - and how - so many soldiers have been conditioned and sent to battle for so many reasons/excuses - and - how important it is for those soldiers to square their purpose with themselves in the end - preserving their hmaniity

 

i know - it is obscure - but then i do not communicate well . . . . . . .

 

best wishes,

m