The wreckage in the jungle was spread around
When we came across a clearing in open ground
The rusting implements of war was spread apart
With explosions ripping the ground to its very heart
As we picked our way through the wreckage
A figure was sitting on a truck rusting with age
We made our way to him and saw he was so forlorn
He was dressed in a uniform of old style of years gone
He looked up and said to me, 'Have you see him? '
There was a look of hurt in his eyes as he spoke again
'He went to the perimeter at the alarm and hasn't returned'
Then he put his head in his hands and his grief was confirmed
In the blink of an eye he disappeared from the scene
We searched around but to our surprise he couldn't be seen
It would seem that he had died in that long ago battle
And had lost his way home in his lonely death's rattle.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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