A Soldier's Death
An image stalks our memory
too gruesome to forget
a photograph in black and white
the starkness of his death
His body hung upon a wire
he was his mother's pride
now slung into the razor wire
barbs twisted in his side
What a young life was wasted
when brutal death was met
inhumanity was in the end
the result of this conflict
The soldier so unknowing
his body now awaits
till his blood slowly drips to ground
gangrene insinuates
How soon his cause forgotten
war's savageness disturbs
one bloody death caught camera's flash
what purpose did it serve.
Big Sal
Thu 8th Nov 2018 11:17
You continue to impress with your lines. Keep it up, and soon you too will be able to hold up a sign that says 'Poet' like Martin does!?
No, but really, good piece. The imagery is inescapable, and the flow matches the River Styx.