This poem is based on 'In Service' by Maxine Tynes. It was an assignment givien to me for english class. It's about the lives of the children who went to the abby.
Non-Living
Days of Russian army
Of children solder
Sore
And bruised
And, sore and bruised at the same time
In the same face
In the same cell and time and work-worn hands
You rise be for the dawn
Leaving memories and family
Behind you, in the day's dark mist
Pulling collar and socks close
Avoiding the eye
Shrinking from the cold morning of
Steel handle
To the royal tall door
You are not alone
You are with your kind in this
Whip - to beat
Thrown - to dragged
Stumble - to tripped
Studding - to remembering
Wearing clothes-rag
Holding head up high; no fear in eyes
Non-living of days march in the mist
You possess a key, cherished soul(never awaken0
Of this abbey
You full and fall and drag feet at the back
And enter again world of
Endless
Endless
Endless
Endless work in service
Taking your place in the training of
Weak and strong and weary backs
Moving with grace and sure familiar stride
From your place
Your family
Your own forgotten memories
To this
Eternity touchier training
Non-living