Copyright 2010 Sanford Lewis Sapoff
“And when the dust of destruction finally settles upon an all encompassing ravaged ground. They’ll be meek cause nothing remains for waging war. For Mother Earth’s once wonderful womb is now their imprisoning boundary. Even Eagles now reach the highest heights where no new human could ever soar. Beyond the dark clouds lie memories. Hopes never devised. Dreams ever surmised. Lost with wisdom’s fleeting wind as air passes and is gone.” The Bible’s Final Phrase. . .
“If The Good Lord added up every heavy heart
on earth today, we would be a singularity.”
She glanced away from the brilliant night canopy,
brushed away a tear and asked.
brushed away a tear and asked.
“My neck is sore. Why are the stars so high above my head when they could simply be below my feet?” He massages gently with consolation.
“Are you even interested in anything beyond earth?” “No” He laughs.
She is not amused.
Then she leans back upon his shoulder, rests her head beside his as he turns and sees the reflection of two stars in her wet eyes.
“When the Universe was created, we were there.”
“When the Universe was created, we were there.”
The two stars above fall.
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There were three destinations along an expanse
of North Sea shore, two innovators,
and a single premise.
“The general is an eccentric genius.” Insisted the lower officer with a proper salute. “He is a madman whose contraptions are the work of the devil.” Commanded a somewhat higher authority. “The purpose of war is winning and surviving. The utilization of war technology within moral and ethical limitations is good when it achieves the premise I just respectfully stated.” “When your tanks sink. All you’ll have is dead weight and dead soldiers with no other defense.” The lowly officer stared
into the hat of the man of higher rank
and filed his grievance. “Nuts!”
The day of the great invasion, a fleet launched for a site some ways from the famous American landing site at Normandy. The Fighting Men brimming with confidence. Their fleet was packing advanced technology that virtually would guarantee them a strategic victory. “The waves!” Shouted the commander.
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There were three destinations along an expanse
of North Sea shore, two innovators,
and a single premise.
“The general is an eccentric genius.” Insisted the lower officer with a proper salute. “He is a madman whose contraptions are the work of the devil.” Commanded a somewhat higher authority. “The purpose of war is winning and surviving. The utilization of war technology within moral and ethical limitations is good when it achieves the premise I just respectfully stated.” “When your tanks sink. All you’ll have is dead weight and dead soldiers with no other defense.” The lowly officer stared
into the hat of the man of higher rank
and filed his grievance. “Nuts!”
The day of the great invasion, a fleet launched for a site some ways from the famous American landing site at Normandy. The Fighting Men brimming with confidence. Their fleet was packing advanced technology that virtually would guarantee them a strategic victory. “The waves!” Shouted the commander.
“Check the power of the waves!”
“We’re past deep water!” Echoed the ships crew back as the commander stood tall upon his lookout perch. “Close enough to shore!” The commander judged the air, searched into the dawn and into his soul. “Very well!. . .Launch!”
If you told me tanks could float. I’d question your physics. But on this day by the good grace brought down from the Divine. They did. And when these behemoths arrived on the sandy beaches a shore. An adept crew equipped each with unique fittings. Each designed for a specific purpose with a singular common goal. Defeat any and all obstacles in the path of victory. And when the victory was secured the men gave thanks for complete survival. Then looked into their hearts and wondered. As the invasions so close yet so far away waged on.
