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Array ( [sid] => 138773 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => An Infantryman Ponders the Muses [time] => 2007-11-26 05:22:33 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Where have all the muses gone?
They're not here, I know.
They don't man the artillery
Or march through driven snow.
They don't help me aim my rifle
They don't heal those who were felled,
For the muses' realm is heaven
And the soldiers' realm is hell.

Oh Calliope, you're absent,
No epic tales here penned!
Small arms have slain the heroes,
And i cannot see the end.

Clio, you must be laughing
To see us repeat the past,
But you mock us from a distance.
shy of the cannon's blast.

Erato, you stand in horror
At this clash of martial might
That manufactures widows
And hides all love from sight.

No doubt we bore Euterpe
with our constant beating drums,
And our sad eulogy of pipes
When a young man's life is done.

Polyhymnia does not join us
Though we sing many hymns
To Gods who do not listen
When the battlefild grows grim.

Terpsichore keeps her distance
As our mortars keep poor meter.
Far away she plucks her harp
And sings of something sweeter.

Thalia spurns the gallows humor
Of we men who bear arms,
And her shepherds wear dull uniforms
Made from their own flock's yarn.

Poor Urania weeps endlessly;
Though at night her stars abound,
We no longer gaze up at her skies
For our foe is on the ground.

Even Melpomene shuns us,
And yearns for lighter fare,
For this tragedy we've written
Is too much for her to bear.

Where have all the muses gone?
I think that now I know;
The artillery is blazing
And the bodies dot the snow,
These ancient creative spirits
Have seen it countless times before,
And know they are not needed
For this ancient art of war. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 310 [topic] => 57 [informant] => scott [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )

An Infantryman Ponders the Muses

Contributed by scott on Monday, 26th November 2007 @ 05:22:33 AM in AEST
Topic: war

Where have all the muses gone?
They're not here, I know.
They don't man the artillery
Or march through driven snow.
They don't help me aim my rifle
They don't heal those who were felled,
For the muses' realm is heaven
And the soldiers' realm is hell.

Oh Calliope, you're absent,
No epic tales here penned!
Small arms have slain the heroes,
And i cannot see the end.

Clio, you must be laughing
To see us repeat the past,
But you mock us from a distance.
shy of the cannon's blast.

Erato, you stand in horror
At this clash of martial might
That manufactures widows
And hides all love from sight.

No doubt we bore Euterpe
with our constant beating drums,
And our sad eulogy of pipes
When a young man's life is done.

Polyhymnia does not join us
Though we sing many hymns
To Gods who do not listen
When the battlefild grows grim.

Terpsichore keeps her distance
As our mortars keep poor meter.
Far away she plucks her harp
And sings of something sweeter.

Thalia spurns the gallows humor
Of we men who bear arms,
And her shepherds wear dull uniforms
Made from their own flock's yarn.

Poor Urania weeps endlessly;
Though at night her stars abound,
We no longer gaze up at her skies
For our foe is on the ground.

Even Melpomene shuns us,
And yearns for lighter fare,
For this tragedy we've written
Is too much for her to bear.

Where have all the muses gone?
I think that now I know;
The artillery is blazing
And the bodies dot the snow,
These ancient creative spirits
Have seen it countless times before,
And know they are not needed
For this ancient art of war.

Copyright © scott ... [ 2007-11-26 05:22:33]
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Re: An Infantryman Ponders the Muses (User Rating: 1 )
by gribbs on Monday, 26th November 2007 @ 05:58:03 AM AEST
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true insightful tribute, to the horrors of war...nicely written...

Re: An Infantryman Ponders the Muses (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Monday, 26th November 2007 @ 08:39:01 AM AEST
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To all whom is fighting in the war. I have a brother, in Iraq and 2 cousins, whom , died. Very well written for those.

brew~ aka Dayna

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