Joining two across
	an ocean's expanse
Bringing together lost
	brothers of Germany
Folded hands
	reflecting true
Bushy eyebrows
	defending loving eyes
Silver mop
	upon creative helmet
Torn apart
	needing to die
Terrible ways
	no more reasons
Feeding hope
	tasting awful
Can't hear and can't see
	Can't walk and can't bleed
Never minding
	always wishing
Large noses smelling
	medication ticking
Lasting love of wife
	counting years gone
Taught to see
	see the seam's joining line

I am the ambassador
	I come before thee
Bring messages of hope
	And brotherly love
Farewells and greetings
	Till death do us part


© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.30.02:00:00@FLT#SA203AtlanticOcean