War Eagle

War Eagle lies languid in a bloody red sky,
Of some forgotten planet in the long gone by. 
Her pock stained hull long ago gone dry. 
Her engines seized while her widows cry. 

Thought her glory would never end. 
From Orion's belt to Sirius' ring bend. 
She plied star passages as if god send. 
Fighting wars the Universe to mend. 

A shining symbol of her forgotten namesake,
Those in her power would quiver and quake. 
The ocean of galaxy was but her big lake. 
No sorcerer's magic could make her shake. 

From her duty to seek out evil and vile. 
With a physiology both cunning and wile. 
That allowed her to conquer for a while. 
Until, in the due course of time--denial. 

And so she was off to that great scrap heap. 
The echoes of war in her innards to keep. 
The wonder and glory long put to sleep. 
To ponder the value of war cut so deep. 

So if you should wander and pass her by,
Stop for a moment in that bloody red sky. 
Examine her innards and ponder the why,
War and its purpose in the long gone by?

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A defunct battlestar ship lies languid.

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Mesh by David Kerim

Copyright 2004 © Ronald W. Hull

6/20/04


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