AFTER THE BATTLE

After the battle , the dead lay awaiting burial

While the dying awaited death

The wounded awaited the medics

Some envy the dead

Many had no obverse wounds

Looked with eyes unseeing

Minds shattered , broken , maimed

Body parts decorated the battle field

Amongst the broken equipment of war

Broken human beings

Affter the battles , no winners only loser's

An eerie silence , defining strangely the end of battle

Broken only by the vices weakly calling for mothers

And medics

Affter the battle cacophony of sounds

Birds , perched upon the broken artillery

Twirping , in song , sainly , over the field of the maddened

Survivors thats all , no heroes

Two former combatants sit side by side exchanging cigarets , water

As they look over the battlefield , one talks

'' What was that all about? ''

The other responds:

'' Recon will all be at it again tomorrow ''

'' They wont be '' the first one observed , pointing out the dead and wounded

They will rarely talk of that day's events with those who were not there

Thus it has always been so

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith




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Written on 2013-06-19 at 10:27

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You are so right Ken it is always the same and all the more tragic for it
Great work here!:)
2013-06-19


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You have described the futility of it all andthe utter waste perfectly, Ken

Joe
2013-06-19