is there contrition

is there contrition 

is there contrition for the sins of war

can you look into the eyes

and see the evil that has found it's nest

on which to raise the angels of horror

how high is the cliff

lemmings find so compellingly grand

so special a place 

to launch into space

without hesitation

how wet are the tears

that never come

instead leaving a 

salty dry crust

in its absence

the light only comes

when dark takes recess

of full eclipse

an open hand unlike

the closed fist of distrust

there is no heaven for the faithful

or valhalla for the worn warrior

only time spent

in quest of nirvana

in the end we find

nothing matters

for we are but an image

of dust compelled to exist