Every year the river spreads its wings,
Our home, our food and our things;
Our dreams in hope strings,
The rocks are mesmerizing,
The water wild;
Behold! There is a child,
Dusty! The old file…
I counter death to face life,
Blood solidified to bond that dike;
Humanity concealed with lies,
They are not dead – the quiescent eyes!
On the other side of death, there is life,
Diminishing land against the tide;
The soldier was too young to bite the dust,
Darkness engulf all the souls here,
The sidewalk filled with light!