Ambassador of Brothers

Joining two across

            an ocean’s expanse

Bringing together lost

            brothers of Germany

Folded hands

            reflecting true

Bushy eyebrows

            defending loving eyes

Silver mop

            upon creative helmet

Torn apart

            needing to die

Terrible ways

            no more reasons

Feeding hope

            tasting awful

Can’t hear and can’t see

            Can’t walk and can’t bleed

Never minding

            always wishing

Large noses smelling

            medication ticking

Lasting love of wife

            counting years gone

Taught to see

            see the seam’s joining line

 

I am the ambassador

            I come before thee

Bring messages of hope

            And brotherly love

Farewells and greetings

            Till death do us part

 

 

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.04.30.02:00:00@FLT#SA203AtlanticOcean

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