elegy for war

Twisting the insides of empathy to its greatest degree

the image of a child’s dangling feet in the distance

scorched by the tyranny of  evil

war

lacerated battle fronts embroidered by droplets of tear drawn dreams

parading into a destiny of annihilation

black boots heavy laden and warn by the strength of men

you walk on immortal ground

death is privilege to the forsaken soul in the realm of pain

individualizing the crusade of darkness

enmity reeks redolent of…war

prepare the mind for the division of its host

assume the position of numbness so deep it cracks the frame of your bones

and collapses the spirit simultaneously

sunder in progress…