11.11.18

11.

the dead care not

of armistice or peace.  today,

just as on previous days, they seem

to bury their own on this muddied field,

absorbing the bloodied bodies of friends

 

11.

and enemies alike-- no differences in death.

i should not sit still too long upon this field,

or else they might mistake me their own.

at least crying lets them know i'm only dying

ever so slowly, my soul mortally wounded

 

18.

beneath this shell of a grimy limey.

Author's Note

written for an image born : image 6
no disparagement intended towards my friends across the pond :)

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Congratulations, JR this is a good poem for the image.
May I ask what the 11 11 18 is or means?
Sure is sad, just like war.

Chloe

[FlawedByDesign]

Heartfelt and sad :(
Immerses the reader into the story and places him amidst the corpse ridden battlefield. Hard to feel something.

Nicely done.

[Ruth]

Wow!
Awesome piece sweety, great to see :)
Really poignant and places the reader in a place where they reflect!
xx