Poem – Heaven Came Down

Last weekend my Dude and I saw the new Brad Pitt movie, Fury:

“April, 1945. As the Allies make their final push in the European Theatre, a battle-hardened army sergeant named Wardaddy (Brad Pitt) commands a Sherman tank and her five-man crew on a deadly mission behind enemy lines. Out-numbered, out-gunned, and with a rookie soldier thrust into their platoon, Wardaddy and his men face overwhelming odds in their heroic attempts to strike at the heart of Nazi Germany.”  Written by Sony Pictures Entertainment (IMDB.com)

Before the move starts, the audience was given American tank statistics to put everything in perspective and they were horrific:  in the European Theatre, the American tankers experienced the most casualties of the war.   The Germans had better equipment and just basically decimated our ranks.

It was a very graphic film and in many places I had to turn my head.

But this was not a typical good-guy, bad-guy, shoot-em-up war film.  Sure that was the most of it but what I think made it rise above all other war movies I’ve seen is that right about the middle was a well-done love scene that brought beauty into the theater reeling from the graphic atrocities of human madness we call war.

It was between two young people, a soldier and a civilian but the scene’s actual focus was on the civilian’s older female relative and the soldier’s commanding officer.  This has stuck with me all week long and I couldn’t help but write a little something about it:

Heaven Came Down

He grabbed her arm.
“Don’t,” he said.
“They’re young and they’re alive.”

And for just a moment
The dark black brutal world cracked open and
Sunshine spilled into the room,
Pushing the darkness away.
Heaven came down and
Brought a tiny bit of beauty
That, for just a moment, bound up the
Wounded souls of two men and two women
With soft ribbons soaked in a salve of hope.

But all too soon,
the crack slammed back shut,
Shoving heaven far away
And thrusting both the men and the women
Back into the morass of brutalization
We call war.

©2014, KL

Go forth and bring beauty to the world my friends.
Karina

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