Among the Empty, Living Sheep

By Steve Paden

in spring, blue and gold redeems
bringing sweet and happy things
no cold beaneath the hallowed ground
will ever in the world be found

love and jest, a sisterhood
bold to the bone, a love that could
rip steel and bend it to its will
and open empty hearts to fill

with blood and love and temperance
the amber flow of severance
where love was absent, comfort fills
on top of shallow, empty hills

love comforts only those who sleep
among the sleeping, living sheep
own life to those who seldom found
lone comfort on this bloody ground

it heals and fills the empty soul
and seeks to fill the empty hole
within the spirits left to weep
among the empty, living sheep

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