Past's Present

The showing
The coming
The slowing
Of the summoning
Registrations of pain
Finding out
Life's gain
The past has come back
Of the war
And with the last attack
The planes no longer soar
The coming of this battle
And leaving of peace
The hitching of the saddle
"Will this ever cease?"
Although pain is
And all is lost
The slap's kiss
With a hurting at all costs
The knowing of everything
The world calls it plain
When it's done, the mothers sing
With the lightning and rain
But before you know it
The children begin it all over again