let me take you on a midnight ride
through endless fields of wounded pride
memories grown in the silhouette of nought
where valiant soldiers stealthily fought
you’ll see the carnage but not the fight
you’ll feel the dawn but never see the light
it all went south, FUBAR, they claimed
only smoke and shadow left to be blamed
By B Gourley in poem, Poetry on October 27, 2016.
