Heroes and Martyrs

Where the Martyrs and the Heroes go to Death,
 Far off in the Distance, the Silence Embossed
 These were His Eyes that were Cast far Apart.
 There are the Limbs of another Lamb’s Dress.
 IT matters to the Ancients what we See.
 For they have known of it Long Before We--
 Those of us Living Today were their Dreams.
 We vouchsafe their Terror or their Beauty.
 War is not Original nor is New.
 Terrible are our Pains but worse are Theirs
 For if there is a Soul or a Spirit
 Its Aches are as real to it as Ours.
 We are merely the product of that Source.
 The Days of Time Past return in the Hour.