Enemies of War

As the dust settles, dry eyes adjust; squinting to make sense of what surrounds me Quiet so deafening in its presence it envelopes me entirely A body healed from the searing pain that previously tortured every inch I question my senses… No hunger, no thirst, no anxiety. Unfeeling yet full of curiosity, seeking answers to still my thoughts Then I see him, My sworn enemy; His confusion mirrors my own. At once our awareness dawns in unity The battle is over, We are both dead.