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First the english-then the Latin blaugh heart This poem was inspired by a really wierd dream I had where I was in a MASH Unit during the Vietnam War, and there was some kind of flood, and then we found ourselves at some sort of weird picnic thing. I climbed a pine tree (in Vietnam??) and sow fighting across a slake, The people fighting became skelletons, and you could only tell what side they were on by these armbands...or maybe they were bandanas tied to their upper arm. I started crying, horrified and the brutality, and, of all things, began to sing "Sabbath Prayer" from Fiddler on the Roof. Look up the words to get what I mean when I say it was weird cause I was singing for all of them, even them on the other side.


Light over water
Gold and ruby, amber and diamond
Fire
Bones, having been rent from flesh, play at slaughter
Falling only to reassemble
Ghastly, Ghostly bodies
Know not what side they’re on
Care not for those who cannot rise again
That war holds no purpose
Plants change to the color of the blood that glutted them
I am only able to pray from afar
For their final sleep
Light
Gold and ruby, amber and diamond
Reflect in my tears



Latin:
Lux super aquam
Aurumque carbunculus, electrumque adamus
Ignis
Ossa scisssus ex caronem ludere ad caedens
Cadent solum colligere
Foedus et spiritallis corpus
Non sciunt quem pates sequi de sunt
Curare nonj per quis possunt non oriri iterum
Istud bellum habet non propisitum
Flora mutat in coloris cruoris quem sativit haec
Solus possum petare ad proculi
Per hirum ultimum somnum
Lux
Aurumque carbunculus, electrusque adamus
Repercunter mei in fletu manantia