The Quietening of the Guns

Barrage ceases Smoke disperses What sight awaits Of this human curse New craters formed On top of old The soil in turn Wars ploughed fold Cries echo Across bloodied fields Single bullets zip As bodies yield Where once were men Of families and friends Wanton carnage Conflict rend Patterns of dead Adorn the land Icons of death In dark demand Silence so serene As the trenches fill Naive and young For tomorrows spill The greatest reward For a war that's started Is for the war to end And remember the departed http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war3.php