Out in the East
The Sun refused to rise
As if, this would keep
The dreadful day from unfolding.
But spurred by its sincerity,
it did indeed rise!
It rose, it rose to light the ground
Restoring vision to eyes, which were
Only to be staunched with bloody red.
With the break of dawn
were trumpets blared.
The war-cries exchanged
And the savage instinct of kill unleashed.
Men dressed in blue jumped
Over ones in red.
Swords were crossed,
Arrows shot and blows exchanged.
But with the day progressing
The kill peaked, only to be subdued.
It did indeed subdue
But not till only two heads remained unsplit.
One of a man, clad in red, and
The other of a horse, with blue saddle above.
It was only these two that stirred
While all that remained was stilled
By the piteous onslaught.
Men, with swords pierced through their heart
Brave-hearts with arrows in their eye
Dove-eyed, with shields severing their necks
And thick-necked, with no head to support.
It ended. It all did end.
But for the exultation of only one!
That single man, clad in red
Sprinkled the red blood of blue over his brow
He touched, O yes, he did indeed
The fore-head of his enemy general
With his dirty half-smashed left little toe.
He jumped in feigned ecstasy
He sung in coarse joviality
He swore full throttle, and he swooned
For what little life was left in his tattered body
Got spent in cruel merriment.
While as his body fell onto the ground
His eyes, with unwonted pity
Cast upon the only unfortunate survivor
Of the defeated battalion,
The horse in blue.
Knelt was it, knelt on all its four
with its tail stilled
its eyes half-filled
it lowered its head
To lick upon its dead master
Dressed in blue, though drenched in wicked red!