pacified Painting

This piece is about things that are precious, but not seen. Covered with layers of years of adaptation. Visual goes along with this poem: hordes of restless men crowded this day soldiers covered in armor bound by iron canvas leather guts pulsating heartbeat echoes heavy in the temples raising legs into a step hot breath not gazing to the sky backs pressed under their heavy gear for saving or for taking lives in the name of children forsaken homes of women and their songs of foxes birch trees a boy a blossom or a god meadows rivers apple orchards having left behind they track through snow some in a memory some in a dream some wiping tears away their rosary they tell a joke with crooked smile dropping down a mitten with a cough on snowy land of their ancestors snow crystals blink with eyes of jilted maidens eyes water clasping throat with tears drop silent deep into the snow into the frigid ground and thawing forefather spirits set deep in ice awaking one after other soul succumbed in battle rises peace in the hearts of men soughs with their mothers lips into ears hushshsh dear child of mine my darling oak be calm a little bug of mine