Immolatus est, a poem

I wrote this poem and posted it on my own blog when my son was deployed to Iraq. He’s home safe now, but there are still thousands of American soldiers over there, fighting and toiling so the Iraqi people may someday know what freedom is. This poem is dedicated to them.

Your room is as you left it.
The football jerseys of your heroes,
hang in your closet mutely awaiting your return,
forming a tapestry of red, white, and blue.
As the hour moves to vespers,
the dying light stains the glass,
the room glows red and gold.

In a land where the cross is kept always well hidden
you march the sand, while ever silently behind
Mohammed walks arm in arm with the black robed reaper,
carrying your blood in a grail of iron they balance between them,
waiting to cross your path and claim you for their own
as they spill your blood upon the sand.

The dying light illuminates the rosary and Bible you left behind,
not permitted in the land of Mohammed,
the land of wailing sand and wailing prayers
where you have gone to fight for someone else’s cause.
For it has always been and ever shall be
the bodies and blood of the Young that are sacrificed
to the hatred of the Old.

–Stephen P. Smith

17 Responses

  1. Thank you for the poem. I’m glad your son is doing well, and I appreciate his service.

    Thank you!


  2. I hope to see a poem about his returning home safely, a much more mature young man, and that it will be as bright and cheery, as this poem is dark and sad. Obviously a snap shot of how you were feeling at the time.

    N2L: thanks for the kind words, and he is doing quite well, thank you! If you check my blog, you’ll see that most of my poetry is rather dark, as it’s something of an outlet for my more negative emotions. It’s a more healthy outlet than others I could name. 😉


  3. I never understood why my mother worried about me in service until my kids grew up. Then I realized that even though son’s outward form may be adult with bulging biceps and tattoos, he’ll always be my baby that needs protecting and nurturing (grin). What is funny is that he now feels the same protectiveness towards his momma.

    Oh, yeah! Shoot, I used to worry about him when he went to the mall! So when he spent a year in a war zone? You don’t want to know! I was a bit of a wreck at first. As time went by I learned to deal with it, but you never really learn to accept it.


  4. Thanks for the poem. It brought tears to my eyes. I am grateful that your son served and ecstatic that he made it back safe!

    Thank you! And I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.

  5. US public sees news media as biased, inaccurate, uncaring.
    Hmmm…have I been knocked over with a feather, or affirmed?

  6. I think we’ve been dissed, n2l. That report said that the people that get their news online are younger and better educated than the public in general.

    How old is the public in general, anyway?

  7. Well, maybe, but I just think it is a general lack of knowledge by the pollers, or that their bias is showing.
    Sorry for the delay, but had to shut down, clean out, and reboot.

  8. Anyhoo, can’t hang tonight.
    See y’all tamale.

  9. G’night, ol’ friend collection of dots.

  10. Awwww, 1998 is no longer the hottest year on record. Doesn’t seem to be a lot of fanfare about that, does it? From the article:

    NASA has now silently released corrected figures, and the changes are truly astounding. The warmest year on record is now 1934. 1998 (long trumpeted by the media as record-breaking) moves to second place. 1921 takes third. In fact, 5 of the 10 warmest years on record now all occur before World War II. Anthony Watts has put the new data in chart form, along with a more detailed summary of the events.

    The effect of the correction on global temperatures is minor (some 1-2% less warming than originally thought), but the effect on the US global warming propaganda machine could be huge.

    Then again– maybe not. I strongly suspect this story will receive little to no attention from the mainstream media.

  11. Heat index was 115 today. I thought it was a little warm out at the track; when I got home, my clothes were drenched. The heat advisory extends overnight again tonight.

  12. it was brutal today.

  13. Oh, I just noticed that I forgot to put the title on the post (d’uh). Someone was kind enough to supply one, but I thought it might be best to put the poem’s real title up.


  14. thanks for updating the title.

  15. Dang, boxes stacked up, big truck with a ramp and dolly out front…we must be moving.

  16. my back hurts. 😦

  17. good grief, there’s a lot of work to do.
    Hope you guys keep things going whilst I toil away at the new popcorn stand

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