The day was gray when I found you
Soil coated with soot and ash
Carrion birds and rotting corpses
A dumping ground for our soldiers
You were sitting by the well
Clutching your fallen father's hand
No comforting words would rise you
Sorrow's poison had your legs
How did it come to this?
No bell tolled, no sirens rang
The shots came from all directions
And in the morning the sun revealed
The blood on the leaves and grass
Oh, but I'll suck the marrow out
There is hope beyond these gates
She is praying at her bedside
For your safe return home
Monday, June 14, 2010
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