Lost Innocence
Standing in the rising shadows of our sculptures, Denny looked above my head straight into the steel eyes of the Phoenix. Holding his hand to his heart he let these words fly:
“The Dragon trumpets the call for war
The Phoenix answers
Quell the beast.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, as we slipped into our morning conversation sipping hot mochas. We talked, taunted and twisted our dueling minds around what he wants all of us to think about on Memorial Day.
“It’s our loss of innocence,” he said. “It will never come back. Yes, war took our friends and we will always remember them. But war also killed our innocence. Let’s remember that for all of us who survived our tours.”
And as we bantered and batted our thoughts about, these words emerged.
Lost Innocence
Our dragon trumpets the call to war
I am in this fight
My phoenix answers
Quell the beast
I am this fight
Our Shadow
Packs my heavy load
Whispering thank yous
At my closed ears
My once-sure step falters
My innocence lost
My home lost
My trust lost
I am the beast
I am the fight
Quell me
Thank you Denny.
Our sculptures flow from these conversations. Check ‘em out below: