When it is time for my funeral…mourners might attend…though
They will be there at the wrong time and they will mourn me
For the wrong reasons. And they will spew forth their
Sorrows at the wrong occasion…for
I am not of the living…
As I had died since
Long ago.
And…
The person
Lying there will not
Be my former self. In truth
The one laid there before them will be
One contaminated and besmirched with the
Brand and stigmata of the foulest destruction and
Violent death…and thus…was my soul forever abraded.

*(WAR IS SWEET TO THOSE WHO HAVE NOT EXPERIENCED IT)