La Guerre

First World War.

       La Guerre.

 

Rapturous sleeted steel thudded tunics bold,

poisonous words on each to travel deep.

Upon green/grey land, high orders to hold.

Shattered bodies for the scythe to reap.

 

Fortitude of a weakened mind make bodies bow

in fields not yet marked for deadly songs.

Youthful words bold and high cut and buried low,

no justice for the fodder of other men’s wrongs.

 

Youthful hands reach for the petal of a rose,

a touch of lips, a kindly word, before the drain.

Bodies busted, gapping in comical pose.

A flicker of light then darkness and pain.

 

Decimation for the thoughts of righteous men.

Flesh spread liberally over foreign lands.

When will the reaper be sated and cry amen!

It is upon our will and out of Gods hands…..