J.S. Moore


From dawn to dusk on through the strident sorrow
Bullets and bayonets pierce flesh as tomorrow
Is closer yet farther than mind's eye ever sees
Vanishing from view as soldiers fall to their knees

Reflections for one moment in a myriad of tears
Ripples then youth scatters ashes with fears
Human wave assaults of sacrificial breath
Give no grounds to rounds of scattered death

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