To the Mothers of the Fallen ~

[cingolani_c]

To the Mothers of the Fallen
by Charles L. Cingolani


It is the season of the barren trees
The gossamer that floats over the damp sod.
This is the time when Mothers dawn black dresses
Walk across the frozen turf to the gaping womb
That awaits their sons.

We stand aloof inventing their grief
To suit our souls yet untouched by the ruthless wrench,
Watching their silken veils flutter in the wind.

Do not stand, Mother.
Sit and let the tears fall in salty streams
Across your streaked wearied face,
Taste the salt of tears and wail loud
Across deaf space to the uncaring trees.

No pain greater than yours
On losing your son, to have to offer him
To unkind war, the thief that tore him
From your breast.
What collision will the loss
Of your synchronized heartbeats
Bring about?

There is no solace, no word, no comfort
To take away the gnaw of loss
You have encountered.

Near you we sit weeping,
Reaching for your hands.
.

[R1D2]

That was nice Charles.
I wonder did you write that originally?
An what about the friends, an other loved ones of the fallen?

[Fraggle Rocker]

Here's a musical piece that a friend of mine wrote on the subject of war. It's a series of poems about war, from Stephen Crane and Walt Whitman to more modern poets. Not exactly set to music, but they're spoken and interspersed with his music.

The first time he previewed this, in a large church in Washington DC, a US Air Force general and his wife did the narration. Since then, he's been invited to perform it all over the world.

Lullaby of War by Haskell Small

It's broken into four parts on YouTube. Not a problem since there are natural pauses.