Dust and Bone

Battles rage about the soul Waning Moon out there Men have died we’ve never known And therefore did not care Absolutely you will say This living must go on Raging battles come what may Are heaped on matters gone Helicopter gunships Whirring in my head Twinkling stars peek high above And on the ground the dead Easy pictures we thus paint The drama is surreal But writing this I ask myself Can any of us feel? Battle weary in the field The hero stands alone Moonlight glistens on his shield Beneath him dust and bone