Rest now my brother, in your hero’s tomb
I will make you immortal,
To the cowards lies leave no room
Write if I must, with your blood ‘pon the canvas
I will have no man
Speak of your name with malice
Though the truth of our work fades in and fades out.
I stood with you… I held you…
Of your manhood there is no doubt.
Now I tread here softly above your grave with care.
As the shade of the great oak,
My love covers you there.
We brothers who walk where death ceaselessly looms,
Know the dirt that surrounds you…
Is no less than a hero’s tomb.
©Copyright April 2007 by Jason Salanda