Dreaming Of Sacrifice Gone: A poem by Daniel Edward Moore

By Daniel Edward Moore


Dreaming Of Sacrifice Gone

The gentle shepherd with apocalyptic rants wearing eighty six years
of warfare and wonder is the incarnation of pure contradiction,

a contemplative Father with biblical ink flowing through veins
into hands that drove tractors, hands that turned fields into green congregations

that worshipped the maker of days. From the field a lamb was taken.
Slain without consent. Something innocent, unlike me, paid for the stripes

of barbwire shadows streaking my soul like a bad referee
who failed to blow the silver alarm as creation fell to its knees.

As in days of old, when the cold steel wings of Air Force bombers
sprouted from a farm boy’s back, carving the land of Viet Nam into

nothing that looked like Ohio, nothing that dare looked up into Heaven
and sang the psalms of lambs. If every son is a Father’s lamb waiting
for Abraham’s knife, may morning find me turning away from tears dripping
off the blade. May evening find me sleeping on stone dreaming of sacrifice gone.

Daniel Edward Moore’s poems have been published in journals such as: The Spoon River Poetry Review, Rattle, Assaracus Review, Columbia Journal, American Literary Review, Mid-American Review and others. His poems are currently at Compose Literary Journal, The American Journal Of Poetry, Lullwater Review, Prairie Winds, South Florida Poetry Journal, Common Ground Review, and WA 129 Washington State Anthology, and Sweet Tree Review.
He has poems forthcoming in Tule Review, New South, Glass Poetry Journal, december Magazine, Clackamas Literary Review, Natural Bridge and the Birmingham Arts Journal.
He lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His recent book, “Confessions Of A Pentecostal Buddhist,” can be found on Amazon. His work has also been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Visit Daniel at Danieledwardmoore.com


  1. Daniel Moore’s poem is a stirring tribute to a father shaped by the paradox of patriotic and religious sensibilities. He eloquently expresses the farmer/soldier’s experience of life and guilt and beauty.

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