Mcm - War Poem - Mm

Spring carried its call on that May morning; From churning the fields, to felling the pine; Each homage attested was carded in prime And they marched into War without warning; Singing deep from within to their strides of rhyme; 'The light in our hearts is the source of our souls; Love warmed all and every one of our bodies'. Now, nailed beneath this rat hole to skyline; Paced, black splintered stumps, shot-blown and laid low. From that charcoal far line, a shadowed halo; A speed throbbing sound started coming. The outbreak of fire rapped dark clay on hard souls; Scorching and tearing the raw nerve of the fierce; Within drifting clouds - the same vista appears. Shells scattered the prey, some froze there like stone; Bodies laid pardoned, no senses to mind; On a thrashing gun, each man left was descried, Til furnaced heat burrows straight through the bone; Yet on, piercing white to shatter inside; For courage's glow, cools soft with the breeze, As this time known now- is just memory. 'Oh star of night will you guide me to thee; I never paid mind of your shine until now; Lucid you are, in that black, river crowned; Far from frozen Earth that now drains me. May we be gone! Radiant'- on muttered prayers; 'In Life- far from time, Oh when will it be ! When all Man's love lights this world for us to see?'