Part Four

……….bone and skin became the

Battleground to keep - as weeping

Faces saved the smile

For cameras of joy; no toy

To court the tragedy!

Children begged the rations

And scattered on a Martian soil

We existed here alone,

     Each day a tired persistence

Of forgotten memories of families,

And as desert spewed another catalyst -

A catastrophe of hearts,

     Eager tales to tell locked

Inside and shocked; ‘We,’ soldiered

On as casualties…………..