Falling Leavves.

What theme of prosody had rendered me? A broken soul of pulsing pain Disrobed of warming flesh that reassures the bones A twisted pose To live with a loss so great, after month-long waiting would only invite such Natural rage Oh why I ask? Of what sacrifice did he leave for his loved ones to pay? Oh tell me, what execution warrants did he sign? What statement led to his abattoir, a rested wreath of free-flowing blood? And still I cannot Free my Drooping lids The radiance of shallow grey and ashen hues Eternal is the pounding drill And what of it, if I may plead, does this promise any glee? For only the Scour of solemn drums hymn Angst of desolation Hear me When I say this fate has butchered all my concern, in them all who caressed him In hot oil In them who showered him With discordant love Who amended his simplicity Into the rogue of insanity When will splendor bloom from this ruin? And when he returns, will Australia be just Australia to him? A place where they must earn their bread? And these are those who have walked the dead So secure his destiny from my love, from the single murmur of a falling leaf I am the stem that fed that fruit The link that joins you to the night. -Aleena Kay Reflection StatementThis poem is about a mother yearning for her son who has left her to join the war. She is yearning for him in his absence and is blaming the government for fuelling such hatred and acts of such brutality when war is meant to bring peace and happy endings. She is inquiring any possible signs the government gave when her son enlisted, that war would be so different to what she thought it would be. The title, a pun, refers to the soldiers as leaves; in that they can so easily fall down from the simple rustle of the wind, and that in when the leaves land, they are forgotten, trampled on, treated as non-existent, similar to the treatemt of soldiers, and yet, falling leaves also bring hope. They symbolise a new beginning, new hope, exactly what the narrator hopes to achieve.