Limping to Immortality

Pale-white wanderer on a distant shore,

Encumbered by regret, limping, sighing;

Waiting for the one whom he loved before,

Returning, renewing, death defying.

Brothers and lovers, by Ilium’s fall

Rememberèd. Phoenix-birthed from the pyre

To Thermopylae’s call, a last shield wall,

And Gallipoli’s wire - machine gun fire.

Rekindled by love, they fight and they die,

The circles of this world they cannot burst;

No final adieu, no farewell goodbye,

To their glory of youth - blessed and accursed.

A broken bough, a scattered vow - ’tis done.

They rest: till again, the cycle’s begun.