Battle and After.

I don't know

how many died

on this battlefield

don't know what names

or personal qualities

they had before death

carried them off.

Scavengers came

and took clothes

and personal items

and even the teeth

to sell back home.

Buried later

in mass graves

with all hopes and dreams

gone into the air.

The battlefield is quiet now

and barley grows well here

and blessed by the sun.

On quiet days

some say

the ghosts of the slain

wander the battlefield again.

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

It reads like a whispered tribute to the unnamed. Quiet, respectful, unforgettable.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you for reading Neha