The image at the end of this poem started me thinking after a visit to the village churchyard in Durnstein, during a cruise on the Danube, and the poem followed a fortnight later.
Dürnstein Remembrance
Wachau
vines, embroider meadows beside the Danube, green on green.
The
soil that succours them once drank the blood of men
fighting
for visions and ambitions not their own.
No
time to gather the fallen, beckoned by destiny to another victory
afar,
the
harvest of death abandoned to the mercy of others
who
tended orchard and pasture here, bonded to the land by ancestry and
affection,
compassion
and hospitality their work of art.
There
behind the walled village church,
rising
over groomed memorials, greensward and gravel
another
sanctuary rises, sparse and simple, a terminus for parting gestures,
while
earth is broken open to receive its latest guest and the prayer of
those left behind awaiting the resurrection.
Beneath
the mourners lies a vault visible from the threshold,
holding
in neat dismembered order the bones of thousands,
sojourning
here since their last battle.
Anonymous,
yet still recognised.
Victims
of that unforgotten fateful day.
The
humble folk who shouldered the burden of bearing the fallen
to
their rest, have no memorial. Striving to re-order their lives,
unwittingly
they made this common tomb a place of pilgrimage.
The
enclosing porch to this gated realm of present grief and the ancient
dead
shelters
Christ hanging naked and alone upon His cross, embracing all
His
arms fixed eternally by iron, extended there in defiant
self-offering.
There,
embracing known and unknown alike,
There,
inspiring compassion that makes us human
There
appealing for all whose death seems to have so little meaning,
from
our bleak distant vantage point.
Between
His transfixed hand and the wood of sacrifice
a
sparrow's nest is perched. An improvised, transient pile of gathered
twigs
brings
for a season the sound of birth and new life, a mere fragment
of
perennial birdsong consoling the shadows cast
by
sunlight, by sorrow, by the passage of time.
06/06/2016