The Brothers War

[Semiremis]

This is a re-work of something I wrote up a few days ago; it's about the Civil War. Please feel free to be brutally honest ^_^


The Brothers War

Picture perfect pudding pie,
smiling at the somber sky,
laying there and looking high
above the trees and smoking sty.

A sweetly soldered seemly lie,
that picture perfect pudding pie,
laid out before those blood red eyes,
amongst the morning muffled sighs.

The baseless broken burning ties
in sixty-one with eleven good-bye's
to that picture perfect pudding pie--
lying there are no more tries.

In spring the Springfield brings the flies.
In spring the brothers mourn and cry.  

[Stelle Cadenti]

It reads as if it's a soldier talking to his sweetheart, the language makes it seem happy and carefree, like a childrens rhyme almost. Then when you focus on the subject matter, you get taken aback a bit by how morose it really is. Now, since I'm Canadian I don't know much about the civil war, so I can't really comment on how this piece represents it, but to me it seems good nonetheless.