free poetry

soft as the bed in the earth
a life on the ocean wave
babylon-where i go dreaming
stern cold man
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
high walls and huge
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
she heard the children playing in the sun
when, full of warm and eager love
to come so soon to this imagined dark
we who stood
when a deed is done for freedom