Battlefield Cemetery

many passed by this crag today to see where the dying soldiers lay moaning, bleeding, crying for their mothers perpetrators, victims and all the others over glazed eyes malevolent with murder stealing strangers lives like burglars the honor, the horror, the howlers all killing the killers, silencing stalkers and now, the silence is deafening sensed distant past, a hard reckoning "'tis good", was said, "that war was hell" * those of first-person know all too well the pinnacle of human atrocities yet we continue on, our selves to please to wage, to wear it, to glorify why we're willing, to kill and die white marble now looms row upon row to mark the rest of those lain low and obelisk's and stacks of cannonballs center places where the battles evolved ironically we assert that we're civilized there's a truth we stoically won't recognize what can be changed to make this not so? that it's we in the fields where the poppies grow # © Goode Guy 2014-01-28 * http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Tecumseh_Sherman # http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flanders_Fields