Gary Jacobson

THE SOUND OF SILENCE

In the silence of innocent lambs
Warriors slip in and out of combat jams
Comes a hush after battle’s raucous crush
Run its fiery course adrenaline’s rush
Deadening noise where silence reigns
Caught in stifled sleep the living feigns
Boys listening in dark and dusky night
Throat strangled tight
Painfully pay heed to creeping shadows
Men go deathly silent in agonizing throes…

Fill my silence with dry tears
In the night of a thousand fears
Giving ear to men coming to kill
Shedding blood their greatest thrill
Spurring on the wild beast of war
Riding to destroy all that comes before
Hot hatred’s voices fill
Over forested rock and rill
Filling combatants silent void
Trying thoughts of death somehow to avoid…

Silence on the lonesome night hangs
Thoughts of home but empty pangs
Displayed in light of a killing moon
Beating on weary heartstrings a throbbing tune
Rubbing hot spurs up and down trembling spines
Shards cold as death confines
Shooting shadows of silence defining
Bullets cutting through forests adventuring
Proudly by patriotic duty sought
Determined to find a souls destined spot…

Quietly in the dust I die
Daring not in the midst of enemies to cry
Bearing a thousand deaths in silence
Paying at long last the Devil’s penance
Laid down a body red by bloody fever flushed
Neath solemnly sacred ground so still, so hushed
Grisly maw agape in death’s primal scream
Gone on to fight with heaven’s first team…
Offended eyes open wide, searching forever
Pleading still in silence, forget me never…