Armistice Day Weapon in hand, I've got you covered from the barricade of my still face, though the Judge of all made peace between us which I struggle to accept on this day, a calendar away from Armistice Day. You'd have me write on the treaty you offer me the signature of my respect: imitation, praise of all you are and all you have done. You seem surprised as my cold eyes stare at you from the bargaining table on this day, one day short of Armistice Day. Yet now I see that I can't change you. Better to drop my reparation demands. No option left but the blood-bought peace made by the One who said, "When you stand praying, forgive." And from my knees I celebrate Armistice Day.
Clarence Thompson's Questions:
1. Technical: In the second stanza, should "one day short" have its own line?
In stanza one, is the meaning of "the barricade of my still face" clear?
2. Emotional: Is the meaning of the poem clear? Does it have enough pathos?
3. General: Has anyone else had the sort of experience I describe in this poem? Was the poem helpful?
Thank you very much!