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On a chariot of fire in the sun
blew a pale horse and pale rider's cold breath,
and on your grave sing the owl and raven
in the shadows of the valley of death.
Where no graven image rise from its bones,
only a cold wormwood wind on death row
pipes through the rushes and through the tombstones
where all that remains is what lies below.
But more, far more than this its sound to me
as if your soft voice my ear passing through -
and I trapped betwixt life and parody
sit this day communing with God and you.
Yet I fear life itself I shall not mourn
when Death comes to blow its wreathed hollow horn.
bereavement, remember, sad,
Horn Terror Haiku
"Of bad news I have
To again be the bearer;
Suffered more terror."
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet
Repost of In Memory of Arthur Frederick Horn
Dad Did Die
Why was it really meant to be?
Dad did die serving his country
Me and my family are left alone
Each day when the sun had shone.
I am still so lonely each night
And sad tears off have to fight
Never receiving a one last kiss;
Him forever will always miss.
It is now another Veterans Day again;
My dad was one of many mighty men
Who for country had given his all
And for him one day God did call.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Bolivia, NC Name of Father
Arthur Frederick Horn, CPO, AOC, USN
USS Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CVA-11
Killed on August 8th, 1956
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
death, god, history, technology,
When a baby's born, we toot the horn
When from this Earth we pass, we play taps
In between, horns herald Kings and Queens
The onset of war, an ambulance or fire machine
Yet the grandest event at which trumpets sounded
A historical nonpareil, which once majestically resounded
Lies in tatters today -- abashed -- ashamed and ridiculed
The Ten Commandments trivia questions, their genius overruled
Shouts of 'Liberty!' 'Equality!' 'Technology!' blasts of dystrophy and death
Unbridled Anarchy blares her grim tidings ~ Divine Providence's last breaths
Here We Go Trumpity To Horn Haiku
I would not behave
Buried my body in my grave
Stuck with sleek, sharp stave.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet