Belt of Orion

That Europe should bleed an entire generation to death is an accomplishment yet unmatched in it's pure evil. The pity of war once again revealed.

each night a star goes out 

the sky grows a little darker 

we stare up, from our holes in the ground 

soon the sky will be pitch black 

the rumble of thunder 

a rainstorm of sorts 

hot molten metal 

screams to it�s destination 

a train runaway 

women screaming aboard 

boom! 

crash! 

another star falls 

you can see from here 

constellations burning bright 

staccato burst of some machine gun 

and another bright star goes out 

and the patterns and pictures that we have seen 

since the dawn of man 

are no longer easily discernible 

some stars seem to wink 

between a blaze and dim 

precipitous perch uncertain 

their place in the sky unsure 

it is the brightest stars 

in their infancy glow strong 

when they fall 

crash heavily into the earth 

their place in this sky is missed 

there are only so many stars 

and soon the old shall outnumber 

the young bright ones 

we will live our nights in darkness 

Europe's young brethren will be gone 

save the wise old aristocratic moon

--william paris