Friday, April 27, 2012

THE CONSEQUENCE OF DUTY
















Upon the wall a watchman watches
For the coming horde from distant lands
He is ready with his goat’s horn
To sound the signal
So that the defenders can respond
Before the wall is taken
But sleep is so inviting
The smoke from the evening’s dinner fire
So pleasant, and luring
He wants to dream of the women
He wants to dream of the riches
He wants to dream of his greatness
And sleep calls to him
Louder than duty
He never wakes
Soon
The walls are covered
With the enemy
And the city behind them
Dies