War

It's the stench

Stale piss

Mixed with s**t and vomit

Soaked into mud with rats scurrying to their feasts

The ripe scent of death and fear

Clinging to a soldier's

Dirty tattered uniform

With sweat pouring in rivers

Sticky with dirt and blood

As men gather for war

Prayers are whisped reverently

Mementos are clutched desperately

The disease of war

Has taken many a man's body and spirit

Some even,

their immortal soul