by | Oct 4, 2017 | Poetry | 0 comments

Swans nest where Willows rest
As soldiers lay their batons down
Weary from the noise and smoke
Collapse in heaps upon the ground

Sorrow etched on faces black
Hell has landed in their brains
Peace is lost for soldier Jack
He will never be the same

Seeing sights, no man should
Breaks his spirit, wrecks his soul
Life as was, will never be
Empty, futile, funeral hood

Blue vein throbs like rivers edge
Swans return to mossy nest
Soldiers drag their bodies, stand
This their past in no man’s land


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