May 26th, 2008


Not quite back yet...

For Memorial Day, I'd like to paraphrase a poem that I once loved, then lost. This is all I can remember. I think it was called Bannockburn.

Last night
I killed a man in battle.
He tumbled to the ground
and was made a thing
for crows.

He will not return to you,
Woman who waits,
Your bed will be cold tonight...

If anyone has any idea what the poem is called or who it is by, please let me know.