To be Young

protect each sainted soul

brought wholly innocent

into this world slavered

by compunctioned bell toll.

one choice, two;      on and on

roll out each brothers' take

with stakes through hearted bounds;

hound of heavens' toil - pawned.

get on then, without pained,

back-glanced review.     do right…

faith, hope, charity thy

might.      boldly break through chained

ideals that steal, leaving

skinned knees amid scabbed hearts.

we touch, then peel away

tall grasses sheaving

slow to steady on.       reap

no nightmares drawn upon

those templed, tender lids.

no tears.      no fears.       just sleep.