Undying Requiem

• Kevin Tran, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

Odours of burnt flames and ice scolded the incinerated landscape,
Whipping the leftover body of ashes as they hollowed in agonising torment.
The relentless havoc of twisted metal and carbine cluttered the fiery streets like a thunderclap,
As frigid figures deteriorated the essence of civilisation in red and black.
My insomnia was driven madly by the small portrait laid cracked in my palms,
Where two left forgotten patriates smiled frozen in memory.
I smudged the soot and tears off the past image, standing in their broken home still,
Forever framed in perpetually peaceful decorum.
I breathed a heavy frosty sigh attempting to invigorate my senses without prevail,
Deaf, as I plunged my sight into the depths of overused gunpowder and war cries.
With outreached arms, I felt a glowing clinquant hand in the midst of utter void,
I instinctively pulled the limp body and stared deeply in the blue rusty eyes of the being.
Unspoken, feared and diminished from humanity; the person yelled, played, sang nevermore,
Memorising manipulative manners mimicked in massive multitudes,
Hung in chains on cliffs protruding away from the walls of the Capital,
Left to crumble, to cry, to disassemble, and to cripple into insanity, forevermore...