Castaways

By shadowing
All the darkened fields
Of forgotten words
And civilian lives
Through violence
Through the changing guards
Through the grinding away
Of their furious marching
By gathering the holy light
And weathering
A castaway life
And the rising fear
The hollowness
Of the flags and gods
That were raised in the air
In the wake of their raging
Your skinny arms
Hold a lantern up
On the brightest array
Of the stars in their moorings
And summoning
The holy light down
On citadels
And the blackening sky
The collapsing sun
The burning wall
That approaches our eyes
You live again
In the shuddering light
Of these images
This valediction
You are running from a rising tide
You are castaways