Spoilt for choice.

tetrameter sonnet

Spoilt for choice.

 

Daylight reveals now night has fled.

The mangled bodies of the dead.

Now provender for hungry crows

Who feast alike on friends and foes.

Opposing armies fought and died.

Now enemies lie side by side.

The scavengers do not care

What uniform the bodies wear.

To crows all bodies taste the same.

They are the winners in the game.

The foolish game men choose to play.

So when the battle moves away

It does not matter in the least.

They are content to stay and feast.

 

Monday, 10 September 2012

 

Reviews

[Austin Skye Elsborg]

I really enjoy this poem and the diction you used. It puts imagery in my head and also flows well. It's not too long but just Lon enough to make it complete feeling. Well done!